on wings and prayers

Last week I went to a butterfly conservatory. It was magical. I’ve been to many in my life and each time I visit, I encounter such memorable friends. Butterflies are beacons of transformation, love and manifestation. I sat in the conservatory surrounded by watercolors of wings and song birds. Sunlight, my partner and the fluidity of a waterfall. I was happy. I was at peace. I was free.

Release Meditation

Close your eyes. Breathe in deep.

You are free.

In this moment you have nothing holding you down.

Imagine yourself in a garden.

Under golden light and embraced by pastel pedals.

You have wings. Big, Soft, Beautiful wings.

The breeze softly beckons you.

Your wings embrace the wind and you begin to rise.

Fly. Be Free. Roam.

Fly with the butterflies.

Follow their colors across the sky.

You are wild, unbound, alive.

The Friendly Wager (Part 1)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,528

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, bad date, implied sexual situations (no smut)

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?” I think this will have at least seven parts, so Kait, please feel free to disregard it till it’s completed :)

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Moon of Fire Part viii (Sastiel Sequel)

I hope you guys enjoy this next part of Sastiel’s story! Don’t forget I’m running a Sastiel competition with amazing prizes. All you have to do is make an edit/fanart based on my Sastiel fic to be in the draw to win!

If you haven’t read A Court of Fire and Dreams:
Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV and Part V.

Moon of Fire:
Part i, Part ii, Part iii, Part iv, Part v, Part vi, Part vii

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The renowned actor as you’ve never heard him before. He has appeared in over 100 films, including Apocalypse Now. He’s best known on television as President Bartlet in The West Wing. But Martin Sheen, born and still legally named Ramón Estévez, has had another lesser-known life as a spiritual seeker and activist. He returned to a deep and joyful Catholic faith after a crisis at the height of his fame in mid-life. He’s been arrested over 60 times in vigils and protests. “Piety is something you do alone,” he says. “True freedom, spirituality, can only be achieved in community.”

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Some late night angel feels

Forgetting you need sleep

Being overwhelmed by memories

Quietly wishing for memories

Trying to get comfortable when your wings are in the way

Staying up forever

Drinking tea in the dead quiet

Nearly falling asleep outside enjoying the night clouds

Staring out the window at hazy street lights

Silent prayers

Silent curses

Missing the weight of your wings

Missing where you used to be

Being glad for the gentle silence of the night air


Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?


‘The Summer Day’- Mary Oliver

So, I set my alarm for much later because I wanted to sleep in; I always do on show days. Even on an award nomination day, through out this career awards are always exciting but after 15 years you learn it’s a coin toss! I did not pull all nighter by any means. Yet, I randomly woke up on my own not long ago and saw so many texts. The first one from mom- today is her birthday! It was such a wonderful surprise and celebration. Especially after all of the driving my mom did to get me to theatre camps, this means so much. This community and family has become a home and is so welcoming. This show raised the bar of artistic theatre accomplishments. It is absolutely thrilling to see see first hand this show grow from the ground up. And, I have a whole cast and creative team to see that testament. I entered this show on wing and a prayer. Although it was always the dream since I was younger, the broadway experience is so different than what I have done and it was a risk. I just dove in head first. Nothing can compare to that level of excitement. As far as celebration, I am definitely going back to sleep. I still have a show to do!
—  Josh Groban on his 2017 Best Leading Actor in a Musical Tony Nomination for Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812

Three years. Who would’ve thought I’d still be writing this bastard. I initially created him partially to challenge my own writing (I was a bit too comfortable with Eames) and partially because people were looking for one. Three years later here we are. I’ve met so many great people, found some amazing friends and writing partners, and I hope all of you know that we appreciate each and every one of you. Thanks for the past three years and here’s to many more together! 

(And how appropriate the header graphic is concept art from the Winter Soldier. Steve was created the weekend that movie came out.)

I want to thank each and everyone of you who’ve decided to follow us over the years. There are a bunch of portrayals out there and you chose to give us a chance. And for that we’ll be forever grateful. Please don’t be hurt if your name isn’t on this list. I’m human and I’m bound to have missed some. Just know that we appreciate you all the same even if you’re not here. 

(And this is going under the cut so it’s not a long ass post on your dash.)

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I would walk 500 miles

Steve fidgeted nervously with his drink. He hadn’t been expecting the call to come in but when he’d been told that there was going to be a meet an greet with some of Washington and Britain’s top agents he just couldn’t resist. Taking another sip off it he scanned the room, trying to pick out the people he knew either personally or by reputation.

Seeing Is Believing (Pt. 8)

A/N: I didn’t expect to get this done on a Saturday! I’m so proud of myself lol

Pairings: Castiel x Reader, Dean x Reader

Warnings: I think some language. Some angst is wiggling it’s way in

Word Count: 1.2k

Seeing Is Believing MASTERLIST

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You and Castiel had both been so transfixed on each other, you hadn’t realized that your hand had rested on his cheek. He hadn’t realized his hand had moved up your side, to your waist, just below your bra, and underneath your blood soaked shirt. When you finally took a breath, and realized what was happening, you noticed your faces were just inches from each other. You felt Castiel take a breath before he closed the distance between you, softly pressing his lips to yours.

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Castiel’s lips were soft and gentle. His touch was equally as gentle, but at the same time hungry for more. As his hand rested on your side, it sent violent shivers coursing through your body; but it it was warm, tingly, and addicting. It must be his grace, you thought.

You’ll get used to it.

You heard Castiel’s voice loud and clear in your head. He must’ve heard what you were thinking, he was confirming what you were in fact feeling his grace. It felt similar to when he healed you in the motel room, when his halo was too bright for you to look at.

You wanted nothing more than to stay like this, Castiel’s lips on yours felt like the possible reason you were put on this earth. But you needed to pull away.

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Magickal Uses for Jasmine

Planetary Association:  Moon
Element:  Water
Gender:  Feminine
Deity Association:  Diana, Vishnu

History and Folklore:  
Jasmine flowers exude an exotic, sensuous scent that has long been one of the most sought after fragrances among perfumers around the world. Thus, most flowers are collected for essential oil production, but in Asia the fresh and dried flowers are also commonly available and play a great role as religious offerings. in India, the flowers of J. sambac are regarded as sacred, symbolizing innocence and purity of mind. Jasmine flower garlands adorn the temples and holy effigies or are offered to the Gods. At religious festivals the Gods themselves are thought to be present within the flowers. Jasmine flowers are never amiss at wedding ceremonies and women like to entwine a string of flowers with their hair, thus engulfing themselves with this beautiful, most sensual of natural perfumes. The fragrant Jasmine tea is particularly popular in China.

Magickal Uses:  Uses include snakebite and divination; good for charging quartz crystals. Use in sachets and spells to draw spiritual love and attract a soul mate. Carry or burn the flowers to draw wealth and money.  Helps to promote new, innovative ideas.  Symbolic of the moon and of the mysteries of the night. Jasmine essential oil is useful for sexuality, DON’T use synthetics!  They will attract a spiritual (as opposed to a physical)love.

A drop of the essential oil in almond oil, massaged into the skin, is said to overcome frigidity. The flowers will also draw wealth and money if carried, burned or worn. Jasmine will also cause prophetic dreams if burned in the bedroom, and the flowers are smelled to induce sleep. To dream of jasmine is an omen of good fortune, good news for lovers, and the prophecy of an early marriage.
Known for its ability to promote mental creativity, Jasmine helps promote new ideas.

It is also used at Eostra celebrations.

It may be included in a ritual drink, used as incense or the flowers may be worn by the high priestess.

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