moments with carrie

types of love I feel for you:

peachy love - a comfy love, as cozy as afternoon sunlight in the summer, as warm as coffee shops and summer picnics. being with you is like listening to music - I forget my worries and sunlight is brighter. sharing tiramisu cake, laughing so hard tears surface, going on adventures…moments like these carry a hint of soft nostalgia, even while they are happening.

starlight love - I’m enchanted by the pretty colors in your eyes - when the sunlight hits them, they remind me of precious stones. I imagine talking to you until 3 am on a rooftop, the stars bright above, frozen in time. when I look at you, it’s like admiring a beautiful work of art. thinking about you makes my heart blush. I can’t help but gaze at you, wondering how anyone could be so perfect.

rosy love - seeing you gives me butterflies. you make me feel calm and flustered at the same time, a feeling I’ve never felt before. sometimes, I imagine a soft love song that plays in the background when I’m with you, like we’re in a movie. all I want to do is cuddle with you, lie next to you, go to cute ice cream parlors and hold your hand. I’m either with you or waiting to see you again, and you make me happier than anything else in the world.

lunar love - you know my secrets, I know yours. like the moon, you understand my mannerisms, emotions and thoughts like no one else, and I can tell from a glance if you’re only pretending to be happy, or if something is troubling you. at night when you can’t sleep, I’m here. when I’m sad, you know the perfect things to say. It’s like we were both created to heal and comfort the other, like soulmates. I know that as long as you’re here, I’ll be okay.

spoilers ahoy

I love how subversive of fantasy tropes Carry On is. Agatha gives up magic because it just doesn’t make her feel good inside??? like, can you imagine a harry potter character giving up magic??? and she isn’t the prize anyone wins at the end?? she just lives her fucking life???

the chosen one SUCKS at being chosen??? gives up the thing that makes him special? because it just seems like the right thing to do??? 

the white “old man” mentor type who’s going to bring peace and equality?? turns out to be the bad guy?? but is still complex and not just evil TM?

smart best girl friend is not a mary sue???

arch-nemesis doesn’t die or suffer for redemption??? everyone just loves him??? and everything’s ok??? 

badass peace loving lady dies defending everyone?? 

main actually receives mental health care???? 

gay BOYS KISSING??? NEITHER OF THEM HAS TO DIE??? THEY END UP TOGETHER?!!!?? i just…

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#NewGodSquad | Actual dysfunctional family

Listen, Magnus is a one woman man and I love that about him which is why people shipping him and Lucretia made me feel a Lil weird. But them being best friends kills me so hear me out:


Lucretia comes onto the ship as a nervous girl in her early 20s and gets the biggest crush on the handsome man who’s supposed to protect her, because she’s young and the bad boy thing kinda draws her in? And she watches him at the press conference and is just SWOONING. But then he gets in a fight to defend her and she’s like “Whoa…”

And the first time she talks to him he’s like… he’s nice???? And it completely throws off her perception of him.


And after a while he’s not this buff, brave, handsome Mysterious Magnus. He’s lovely and sweet and kind and a little dim but he makes up for it in spades with his soul and she’s fucking THROWN. And her crush on him just goes away the first time she sees him die by backflipping off the ship onto the planet they were about to land on (what a dolt) and she just starts to love him with all her heart like the world’s nicest best worst brother. And he’s her best friend and she realizes he’d drive her up the wall if they dated but damn if the girl who he ends up with isn’t the luckiest woman.


She loves him and loves writing about him, her friend, her Magnus, and she loves everything about her other friends, too, although they take longer to warm up than Magnus “I Rush In” Burnsides. She starts having to write all their stories separately so she can include those infinite details about Lup’s hair and the way Taako holds a wand and Davenport’s snort on the rare occasions he laughs. Barry pushing his glasses up before the final blow (so they all know it’s coming.) Merle healing them as best he can and getting a lot better. And there are pages of her and Magnus feeding Fisher.


So when Magnus walks in on her erasing his memory, it feels like her heart is getting ripped through her throat, because doing this is different than seeing it done, and that she cannot abide.


She hopes Taako and Lup and Barry are okay, that they somehow find each other. She hopes Merle and his wife like each other more than they appear to. And God, she wants Davenport back so badly it makes her want to scream. But Magnus… is okay. Is best off of all of them.


When he marries the beautiful girl of his dreams she knows that he found a good one. But then, when Julia dies, Lucretia mourns. Considers making him forget. On the heels of that she realizes that forgetting her friends would kill her; how can she make her best friend lose the most beautiful woman in the world? So she leaves him with his memories and doesn’t visit for quite a while. It’s easier that way.


And finally, after all that heartache, someone finally gets one of the relics. And she’s ready to kiss the people who did it for bringing her one step closer to her friends. But who should walk through the door but swaggering, kind-hearted Magnus fucking Burnsides, next to her favorite wizard, who feels like half a person to her, without Lup. And Merle, the old doll who hid her behind the bar that first night before she realized that someone could care about her. And they look so Tired and she’s sure she does too. And their eyes don’t sparkle anymore. Is that her fault?


She wants to strangle Killian a little for making her see this, even though she knows damn well that it’s not her fault. But her boys are here and Davenport can’t speak and where the fuck are Lup and Barry and she realizes with horror and excitement and pain and joy: her rough tough bodyguard is going to have to save her again.

I’m in love with you because you make me feel safe. It sounds corny and vague. People always talk about feeling safe with someone and you wonder what it even means. I still don’t really know. All I know is that when I’m with you, I feel like I’m clutching a giant thing of pepper spray or reliving a moment of being carried to bed by my parents when I was five years old and fell asleep in front of the television. All day long, I can feel fragile, like a raw nerve, and when I come home to you, it’s like I just put on the thickest winter coat and installed bulletproof windows in my apartment. ‘Honey, I’m home…and no longer terrified.
—  Ryan O’Connell, This is Why I’m in Love With You
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        ~ Kiss her, you brilliant fool!

Happy birthday, @stellina2a!

Apollo/Apollon

Originally posted by flyngdream

Small devotional acts.

  • Spend a moment enjoying the sun
  • Always carry a couple band-aids with you
  • Listen to music that reminds you of him
  • Support LGBT groups or go to Pride
  • Take an archery class
  • Wear sunscreen!
  • Always open the curtains to let the sun in
  • Wear colors that remind you of him
  • Be the reason someone smiles
  • Sing! Or hum!
  • Spend time cooking a good breakfast
  • Give money to any street artists or musicians you pass
  • Explore different music genres
  • Write poetry
  • Donate to a medical charity
  • Enjoy the first rush of caffeine in the morning
  • Wear more glitter
  • Learn to play an instrument
  • Attend a small concert (or a big one)
  • Find perfume or oils that smell like a sunny day
  • Practice divination 
  • Get up early to watch the sunrise
  • Take a first aid class
  • Blast the radio
  • Use a picture of the sun for your screensaver
  • Read a poetry book
  • Donate blood
  • Incorporate more lights into your room/home
  • Self care! Be healthy!
  • PRACTICE LOVING YOURSELF
  • Many, many, many other things not said here