long after the summer

hades is the smell of the cold winter mornings, the smell of the pavement after it has rained, and the lingering scent left on your clothes after a camp fire. he holds your hand as you cross the street, watches the moon with you, and is sitting beside you on long car rides. he is both the coldness of your room at night and the warmth of your bed after a long day.

aphrodite is the smell of rose petals and your newest fragrance. she is the smell of the fog after a nights rain and the odour given off while romantic sex is taking place. she is the taste of your lovers lips and the feeling of your own skin after a shower. she is the butterflies in your stomach, and always has your name on the tip of her tongue. she is the one who sends you your next relationship and ends the bad ones. 

poseidon is the smell of the moist air as the water rolls over the rocks near a lake. he is the smell of the mud in a play ground and the scent of your newest body wash. he’s the one who stares back at you as you stare beyond the horizon of the sea. he is the feeling you get when you jump into a pool after being in a hot tub or sauna. 

apollo is the smell of breakfast cooking in the morning and wet wood. he is the split second of pain in your eyes from the light after being in the dark for long periods. he is the summers day spent at a park, and the excitement of remembering lyrics of your new favourite song.

artemis is the natural smell of your hair. she is both the smell of bark on a tree and your fingers after picking up a wet rock. she gives you grass stains on your pants, and blows your hair in the wind. she finds your favourite places to go and guards your place to sit. 

ares is the smell of your sweat. he smells like sand and is the scent of your father. he feels like slate and the pain of a bruise. he is the one who pushes you that one extra step, and forces you to lose your cool.

zeus smells like fire. he smells like the cold wind and your freshly washed sheets. he is the one who makes your heart pound and is the one who triggers your anxieties. he is the booming of loud music and the cracking of the floor boards at night. he watches you as you walk home in the rain.

- anonymous author 


Anon Asks: If Summer were still alive when Ruby was fifteen, could I see proud parents seeing their little girl off to Beacon?

Oh, yes. Yes, you can totally see this, beautiful Anon.

I’m calling this AU the “Happily Ever After AU” (since we’re all basing this stuff off of stories and such, so why not). In this AU, Summer never died, Raven never left, and Yang gets to be raised by Tai x Raven while Ruby is raised by Summer x Qrow. Hummingbird and Pheonix (Team STRQ) are a happy, close nit family.

Qrow and Summer are about to get attacked by a swarm of parents and students who are STRQ fans soon. Ruby and Yang are also about to get the looks of fellow students, whispers saying “holy crap, those are the STRQ girls, Ruby and Yang!”

Eeeeveryone’s going to feel super uncomfortable.

Qrow and Summer are seeing off their little girl to Beacon, beaming and leaking pride. They’re also going to warn the girls for the millionth time, “LANDING STRATEGY”.


Aries: New years midnight. Fireworks go off and music plays. Everyone is kissing and drinking champagne. Pulling your coat tighter to you and bracing the cold. Eyes glitter and hands shiver

Taurus: Arizona, dry and barren. Sitting atop a cliff and watching an orange drenched sky set over a green and beige land. Standing up and screaming in an empty void. No one hears you but you feel good

Gemini: A birthday party at an amusement park. The anticipation you feel while waiting in line to ride the biggest ride at the park. Eating churros and birthday cake ice cream till you throw up

Cancer: Late night movies and pizza. Building blanket forts and crawling under with pillows and food. Cuddling and burrowing your face in the nape of your s/o neck. Staying up and talking and laughing long after the movie ends

Leo: The feeling of the ocean on a hot summer day. Picnic-ing on the hot sand surrounded by friends. Walking along the beach at sunset. Singing iconic songs around a fire and staying up way past midnight

Virgo: Walking the streets of a rainy city. Taking cover under a tarp. The warm you feel when you walk into an aesthetic coffee shop. The sip of coffee. Curling up on the couch and reading a good book

Libra: Hiking in the woods. Deep breaths you take to push yourself forward. Motivating others to keep going. Hearing the sound of the waterfall in the distance. Crisp water. The cool wind against your neck when you reach the top

Scorpio: The neon lights of Vegas. The electricity in your blood from the excitement of the city and its’ people. Stuffing yourself at an over priced buffet. Viewing the city from a skyscraper. Hearing muffled honking and screams from below

Sagittarius: Keeping a journal in your bag. Crossing off things from your bucket list. Bungee jumping in a foreign country. Trying new foods and cringing at the smell of it. Starting over. Creating a new persona in a new place

Capricorn: Art museums. Interpreting a piece from your point of view. Driving home in wonder. Being inspired to create your own art. Splashing red on a white canvas and calling it “abstract art”. Dreaming of being a millionaire

Aquarius: Making eye contact with someone from across the room and not looking away. Looking down at the ground and blushing. Time stopping. There’s only the two of you, everything goes dark. Your future flashing before you

Pisces: Pointing to a random place on a map and traveling there. Taking so many pictures that your camera becomes a part of you. Wearing aesthetic clothes. Looking at little cakes in a cute cafe. Eating ice cream by the pier

anonymous asked:

So you say that finding the galra hot makes you a furry but MAKING A WHOLE FUCKING AU ABOUT CATS AND SPENDIND THEN GOD DAMN DOLLARS IN MATCHING FURRY ICONS DOESNT ?? Kajdkdjdkfjf

It’s 12:05am and I’m about to seriously make a case as for why I’m not a furry. I… hate my life.

The furry fandom, as defined by Wikipedia, is a subculture phenomenon where people are interested in anthropomorphic animals and identify with them to some extent. For the purpose of my argument, I’m going to simplify the many definitions of a furry to three basic checkpoints: furries create original content, construct fursuits, and self-roleplay as their chosen species.

Summer and I have created a Warrior Cats au, which depicts the Voltron characters as cats. The characters still retain their original personalities, they’re just… now in cat form. Before you can say that’s anthropomorphism- it’s not. Summer and I didn’t take regular cats and human them up. We did the opposite. By taking human characters and redesigning them as cats, we created an au that’s an example of zoomorphism.

Second, we don’t have fursuits. A case can be made for our icons, but ultimately it doesn’t bear that much weight. My icon is a cat. It’s my favorite breed of cat (Siberian!), but it doesn’t really look anything like me. You can check my selfie tag for that. This cat is not anthropomorphized. In the end, it’s just a cat, albeit a very cute one thanks to Summer’s art style. It’s not assigned any human traits. It doesn’t have human hair, or glasses, or facial structure like a human, or anything else. It’s… a cat. And yeah I paid for it, because I’m not going to ask my friend to make me art for free.

Third, Summer and I don’t identify as cats. We don’t roleplay as cats. This au is separate from our lives. We created it for and within the established Voltron universe, barring the joke inclusion of Kevin Kogun. There was no ulterior motive in the creation of this au other than we both read Warriors and wanted to ruin someone’s day. There have been no self-inserts, nor am I planning on including any. Once again, our personal lives are separate from the au. We do of course make ‘owo what’s this?’ jokes in our tags (not necessarily in posts about the au), but that’s literally a widespread meme so it’s inconclusive proof. We don’t have catsonas. We do have Galrasonas, but those are literally just memes shaped into characters and entirely a joke, so the evidence again doesn’t hold weight.

TLDR: We’re not furries, can you guys please stop spamming my inbox.


“When you said you were going to Tokyo,” Haruka finally broke the silence, and Makoto was happy to find he had been wrong about the power of the human voice. “I was confused… I just thought we’d stay together after graduation. No other alternative was a possibility. Then in Australia, I realized why the thought of you leaving terrified me.” Makoto closed his eyes and pulled in closer to Haruka. “And where did all that stuff about smothering come from? You never smothered me. Sometimes, I stayed in the bath too long… because I knew you’d come and pull me out.” [x]

Moana’s been chieftan for ten long summers before she starts to notice that she has no wrinkles. That her body never sags. That her body refuses to give her a child. She takes a wife and they raise a daughter to keep away the questions. The times are plentiful and the people are happy, they never ask why their chieftan spends her days out on the water, skirting the island, riding waves till long after the sun has set.

After thirty good summers Moana’s daughter places her stone on the mountain top and lifts the island higher. She’s never been more proud but her feet itch all day to have the water under her. She looks as ahe has always looked, the mother of her daughter has grey hair. She flees in the night, out onto the ocean, having waited far too long. She seeks answers from the only man she knows who might have them.

Maui hasn’t changed, apart from a few new tattoos. He’s living on the rock she found him on, a happy man, his hook by the shoreline for all to see. His face lights up when he sees her sails, but falls when he sees her. He never wanted this, she knows. He’s sorry, she knows.

Legend has taken her, he explains, and legend doesn’t like letting go. She’s a demigod now, of the wind and the water, and her feet will never be happy on dry land. They eat dinner ankle deep in the tide. That, at least, is bearable

On a Quiet Stretch of Beach in Vacuo

“It’s been years.”

His eyes scanned the horizon as the smell of the salt water hit his nose. The water glowed emerald and sapphire, its technicolor waves striking the powdery sands. Light caught and sparkled on the waves, as the sun glinted across it, like diamonds in the surf. A soft repetitive caw echoed across the empty beach. In his mind’s eye, he could see the young Team STRQ barefoot and soaked playing in the surf, with Ravens protestations at her hair getting wet, Tai’s playful verbal jabs as he threw a ball around with the male Branwen, and Summer’s growing splashes at Qrow to grab his attention, as he pointedly ignored her.

“C'mon Qrow! Get in the water! You’re the only one who hasn’t, yet!”

“That’s just cause I’m too fast for you.”

Sighing, the petite young woman spread her arms wide, already up to her waist in the surf.

“You’re missing out on all the glory of the water.” Her words were almost reverent as she pushed herself up and back into the waves, completely submerging. She stayed under for a long moment, too long for his comfort, and he felt his eyes grow wide with concern. Water wasn’t his enemy, but it didn’t mean he had to trust it.


Nothing but a few bubbles emerged, and his trust dissipated, as he sprinted forward into the water, diving in. Spotting nothing in the waters, he reemerged, turning to scan the horizon. A giggle spun him– directly into the wave of water the silver eyed pixie sent his way.

Now officially drenched, he met her eyes, nonplussed, his lips drug into a straight line.

“Hi.” She snorted a laugh.

The snort transformed into a giggle. A corner of his lips twitched. Her giggle continued into laughter, and the young man could no longer maintain his straight face. Allowing his lips to pull into a lopsided grin, he lunged forward and wrapped his arms around the sandy and salty waist of the young woman, flinging her up and out into the water.

“Qrow, no!” Her protest was laced with her own laughter.

He dove after her.

Memories danced like the waves, and the huntsman smiled as the good and bad washed over him. The teenager whispered in his ears that it was time to kick off his boots- he missed the feel of the sand between his toes. But the loss, the years distant reminded him that the time of that innocence was long gone.

The crackle of the fire blended with the soothing crash of the waves. Moonlight glistened a path, lighting across the tops of the waves. Wind tugged at their drying and stiff with salt clothes ever so gently. Above them, the stars were like pinpricks in the velvet of the sky. So full, the sky felt so heavy, as if one could reach out and touch the fabric.

Back against the smooth wood of a sand worn log, and arm supporting the back of his head, he took a moment to soak in the peaceful and happy faces of his friends. Raven’s head rested on a laughing Tai’s shoulder, his eyes glinting, hers half open and calm. Beside him, the petite young woman sat knees bent, her elbows on them, a slender piece of wood held loosely in her hands and she absently poked and prodded at the fire. A contented smile on her face, she laughed with her friends, and sighed in happiness.

Seemingly recognizing his gaze on her, Summer turned to Qrow. Meeting his eyes, she shared a smile meant for only him, her eyes sparkling in the firelight. His heart sped up, and he returned the smile. Ever so gently, he reached out and grazed her chee–

“Qrow?” His voice broke the thin man’s reverie, and he gently shook away the fog of the past.

“Yeah… Yeah, I’m coming.”

Pride [Sirius x Reader]

Originally posted by nellaey

A/N: I’m back! Idk if anyone noticed but yeah, I’ve been taking a break for a month and a half. In between I’ve posted a couple of things but not much so here’s a Sirius one shot.

This was inspired a bit by Pride and Prejudice? The reader (Elizabeth) is also flawed, along with Sirius (Darcy ofc). Idk, it isn’t really, but I felt there are some similarities in Sirius’ behaviour whilst I was writing it. 

Description: Your sixth year of Hogwarts comes with the lesson that people are not always who they seem to be.

Warnings: None, unless you count grammar errors because I can’t be bothered to proof-read rn.

Word Count: 1626

The stream of noise from Platform 9 and ¾ filtered through into your empty compartment on the scarlet Hogwarts Express. You hadn’t seen the point in clogging up the platform with a long good-bye, so you had boarded way before any of your friends. You were sure they would come and find you eventually. Of course, you had a book resting in your lap for the journey, eyes cast down over its yellowing pages.

Slowly, the platform became less crowded, and the train was soon full of the familiar racket that accompanied the journey. Friends re-uniting with friends after the long summer, enemies finding enemies to establish that they still hated each other. Ha. You wondered idly how long it would be until James Potter and Sirius  had their first encounter with Snape. It could be happening right now. James and Sirius always liked to be the first for everything. In obvious things, like the House Cup, but also little things. Like the first detention of the year. The first house point deduction, the first prank on the First Years, the first to annoy everyone in the common room. They wore their punishments like crowns.

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Sun Above Your Shoulders - Chapter 1 - longleggedgit - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Sun Above Your Shoulders

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kagehina

Summary: Hinata and Kageyama go to different high schools and meet again in Okinawa for the first time since middle school.

“Toss for me!”

The boy is grinning, already leading the way onto the court, walking backwards. Unthinkingly, Kageyama starts to follow him, then stops, annoyed at himself.

“I don’t even know your name,” he says.

“Hinata Shouyou.” Hinata steps to the right side of the net and waits.

Notes: Listen, this ridiculous thing wouldn’t even exist if not for @reallycorking warmly embracing my plot ideas and drawing inspiring fanart (more within the fic itself, click for full size!!) and enduring my periodic email updates for months on end, David fucking Copperfield-style, from start to finish, so please give her a round of applause for all the inspiration and constant feedback. Also a round of applause for @reeology for betaing, thank you so much your feedback was invaluable <333

Title from the highly appropriate Greek Song by Rufus Wainwright!

Drogon is Lightbringer.

Here are some clues I found showing Drogon being described as Lightbringer.  I think it’s also possible that a important sword (maybe made out of dragonglass or even the sword Dawn) can play a role in killing the Night’s King, however, Drogon is probably what the prophecy was referring to.

First, let’s look at the Qarthian origin story of dragons From AGOT:

“He told me the moon was an egg, Khaleesi,” the Lysene girl said. “Once there were two moons in the sky, but one wandered too close to the sun and cracked from the heat. A thousand thousand dragons poured forth, and drank the fire of the sun. That is why dragons breathe flame. One day the other moon will kiss the sun too, and then it will crack and the dragons will return.“

Compare that to the story of how AAR forged Lightbringer:

“The third time, with a heavy heart, for he knew before hand what he must do to finish the blade, he worked for a hundred days and nights until it was finished. This time, he called for his wife, Nissa Nissa, and asked her to bare her breast. He drove his sword into her breast, her soul combining with the steel of the sword, creating Lightbringer, while her cry of anguish and ecstasy left a crack across the face of the moon.”

And now let’s compare that to the birth of Dany’s dragons:

She heard a crack, the sound of shattering stone. The platform of wood and brush and grass began to shift and collapse in upon itself. Bits of burning wood slid down at her, and Dany was showered with ash and cinders. And something else came crashing down, bouncing and rolling, to land at her feet; a chunk of curved rock, pale and veined with gold, broken and smoking. The roaring filled the world, yet dimly through the firefall Dany heard women shriek and children cry out in wonder.

Only death can pay for life.

And there came a second crack, loud and sharp as thunder, and the smoke stirred and whirled around her and the pyre shifted, the logs exploding as the fire touched their secret hearts. She heard the screams of frightened horses, and the voices of the Dothraki raised in shouts of fear and terror, and Ser Jorah calling her name and cursing. No, she wanted to shout to him, no, my good knight, do not fear for me. The fire is mine. I am Daenerys Stormborn, daughter of dragons, bride of dragons, mother of dragons, don’t you see? Don’t you SEE? With a belch of flame and smoke that reached thirty feet into the sky, the pyre collapsed and came down around her. Unafraid, Dany stepped forward into the firestorm, calling to her children.

The third crack was as loud and sharp as the breaking of the world.

This is very specific wording used by GRRM. The cracking of the moon or the eggs is what ties in the birth of the dragons with the creation of Lightbringer. Also note the smoke is whirling around Dany, i.e. born among smoke and salt (Dothraki sea).


Here are some interesting quotes regarding the comet:

“The Dothraki named the comet shierak qiya, the Bleeding Star. The old men muttered that it omened ill, but Daenerys Targaryen had seen it first on the night she had burned Khal Drogo, the night her dragons had awakened. It is the herald of my coming, she told herself as she gazed up into the night sky with wonder in her heart. The gods have sent it to show me the way. “

“As the handmaids toweled her dry and wrapped her in a sandsilk robe, Dany’s thoughts went to the three who had sought her out in the City of Bones. The Bleeding Star led me to Qarth for a purpose. Here I will find what I need, if I have the strength to take what is offered, and the wisdom to avoid the traps and snares. If the gods mean for me to conquer, they will provide, they will send me a sign, and if not … if not … “

From Dany’s fevered dream as she miscarries Rhaego, we see the imagery of the burning heart, but instead of her husband, it is her child:

“…She could feel the heat inside her, a terrible burning in her womb. Her son was tall and proud, with Drogo’s copper skin and her own silver-gold hair, violet eyes shaped like almonds. And he smiled for her and began to lift his hand toward hers, but when he opened his mouth the fire poured out. She saw his heart burning through his chest, and in an instant he was gone, consumed like a moth by a candle, turned to ash. She wept for her child, the promise of a sweet mouth on her breast, but her tears turned to steam as they touched her skin….”

Melissandre when reciting the prophecy of Azor Ahai refers to Lightbringer as a burning sword:

“In ancient books of Asshai it is written that there will come a day after a long summer when the stars bleed and the cold breath of darkness falls heavy on the world. In this dread hour a warrior shall draw from the fire a burning sword. And that sword shall be Lightbringer, the Red Sword of Heroes, and he who clasps it shall be Azor Ahai come again, and the darkness shall flee before him.”

Now let’s look at how Xaro Xhoan Daxos refers to the dragons in ADWD:

“When your dragons were small they were a wonder. Grown, they are death and devastation,  a flaming sword above the world.

Finally, we have this very interesting passage from one of Jon’s ADWD chapter, he’s reading a passage Maester Aemon marked for him in the Jade Compendium:

“I looked at that book Maester Aemon left me. The Jade Compendium. The pages that told of Azor Ahai. Lightbringer was his sword. Tempered with his wife’s blood if Votar can be believed. Thereafter Lightbringer was never cold to the touch, but warm as Nissa Nissa had been warm. In battle the blade burned fiery hot. Once Azor Ahai fought a monster. When he thrust the sword through the belly of the beast, its blood began to boil. Smoke and steam poured from its mouth, its eyes melted and dribbled down its cheeks, and its body burst into flame.” Clydas blinked. “A sword that makes its own heat …” “… would be a fine thing on the Wall.”

Now compare that to Dany’s description of what happened to Kraznys mo Nakloz during the sack of Astapor:

“There is a reason. A dragon is no slave.” And Dany swept the lash down as hard as she could across the slaver’s face. Kraznys screamed and staggered back, the blood running red down his cheeks into his perfumed beard. The harpy’s fingers had torn his features half to pieces with one slash, but she did not pause to contemplate the ruin. “Drogon,” she sang out loudly, sweetly, all her fear forgotten. “Dracarys.” The black dragon spread his wings and roared. A lance of swirling dark flame took Kraznys full in the face. His eyes melted and ran down his cheeks, and the oil in his hair and beard burst so fiercely into fire that for an instant the slaver wore a burning crown twice as tall as his head.”

These quotes from the books show a connection to not only what Lightbringer is but what it can do. All these quotes have been left for us the reader throughout the series, All the way at the beginning of AGOT to almost the end of ADWD.

Dany herself is referred to as light, a few times throughout the series.

From Daenerys III ACOK, Xaro says this to Dany:

“Marry me, bright light and sail the ships of my heart”

Daenerys IV, The House of the Undying:

“ They were reaching for her, touching her, tugging at her cloak, the hem of her skirt, her foot, her leg, her breast. They wanted her, needed her, the fire, the life, and Dany gasped and opened her arms to give herself to them …”

An interesting note to the Light and Life describe within Dany. In Spanish when we say a woman has given birth we say “dar a luz” which literally translate “to give light” or “to bring light  [into the world]”. The opposite of what the death the Others bring with them is LIFE. Who better to bring life to give life than a Mother.

it is not very often that i write about you. 

you, with soft hands and an even softer mouth.

i sometimes wish i could dream in real life, have you with me all the time.

i miss you, more than the moon misses the sun after a long summer day. i didn’t realize that i would be making planetary connections about our love but here i am.

i miss you ten million swedish fish. you would’ve liked how cheesy this is, i already know you would gasp and call me silly and damnit- i could bathe in the sound of your gasps right now.

i miss you and i’m sorry and i love you.

—  M.L. / national poetry month 16/30
Wine, Meddling, and Temptation

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Word Count: 1,703

Warnings: None, just a little bit of language, implied smut, fluff

AN: I wrote this for @whispersandwhiskerburn‘s challenge Much Ado about SPN. I hope you like it, I’m trying to get back into the rhythm of writing! Congrats again on 1.5k followers, love! Quote is in bold along with the first use of all 3 of the J’s!

Originally posted by weeklyspn

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Jody Mills has been one of your best friends for years. You met her through Bobby years ago while you were helping him out with some research for the Winchesters. Truth be told, you weren’t fond of her right out of the gate. She was nice enough; understanding towards the town and made sure everything was right in the world, but you didn’t like how she assumed Bobby was the town’s crazy drunk. You were always protective of Bobby, just as he was with you. Once she had learned the truth though, you got along like two peas in a pod.

Thankfully you still got to see her often even though your job tended to take you all over the place. Hunting never stopped because evil never sleeps. Anytime you got the chance though, you ended up on her doorstep to catch up over a bottle of wine and some pizza. This happened to be your current predicament, slightly buzzed and laughter ringing throughout the house as you both traded stories.

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Guilty Pleasure | Taehyung (M)

Originally posted by taestylips

Summary: College au in which Taehyung is an annoying prankster but you’ve always sort of liked him.

Word Count: 8,243

Genre: Smut/fluff/college au

A/N: Idk what this is tbh but it was spurred by a convo I had with @yourcupoftae.

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anonymous asked:

HC for modern AU: Mika use to be dorky as a child. Example: he had braces and wore glasses. People use to make fun of him all the time. But when high school starts after a not long enough summer, Mika is completely different. He got his braces off, he wears contacts. And of course, everyone wants Mika now. But it's Yuu who wins his heart. Yuu always says, "You were adorable when you were younger but now you're gorgeous!" And Yuu is that cute dorky boyfriend that has Mika's heart thumping. :)