reminds me of the color spread



Master Post

I went through my blog and found some posts that I thought were useful. There’s not a lot yet, but I’ll keep my resource page updated

Witch Tips/Witchcraft 101



Herbalist Related/Etc

Kitchen Witchcraft

Hellenic Polytheism

Deities/General Polytheism

Just to be clear, it’s a date.

First I’d like to say thank you to @carryonsimoncarryon for being the most fantastic friend I’ve had in ages, and for being such an helpful and kind beta <#

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(Simon’s POV)

His black hair is hanging loose today, swaying gently against his face as he leans forward to take another bite of his sandwich. Those grey piercing eyes are as mesmerizing as ever, and his skin has a tan glow that seems to be shining especially beautifully.

I sneak glances at him every now and then, sometimes meeting his eyes, and my heart skips a beat.

He catches me staring again. Crowley, he’s beautiful; handsome, masculine and yet elegant, all at the same time. As our eyes meet, I smile back at him. His smile is the most heartwarming thing I’ve ever seen, and I can feel the heat rising to my checks. My eyes quickly dart back towards my cherry scone, hoping for the blush to fade. One day I’ll get up the courage to ask him if I can sit with him. I’ll talk to him, and maybe if I’m feeling especially brave, I’ll ask him out, or ask for his number. I don’t know yet. I have to work up the courage first. One day, but not today.


He’s still there every day at lunch. Today his black hair is pulled into a bun, and his stylish black turtleneck rests perfectly against his neck.

Today is the day, I told myself this morning, hoping that he might not be there. Hoping that he’d gotten sick of my staring, or that he’d have to work during his break, so that I’d have an excuse to wait another day or two.

It didn’t really surprise me when I saw him sitting there, in his regular spot by the fountain. As I meet his eyes across the park I realize I’ve stopped in my tracks, and I can feel my heart race. Today is the day, I tell myself once more. His smile melts my heart, and it gives me courage to make my feet move forward again.

As I walk, I stare intensely at my cup of coffee and the brown paper bag with a cherry scone in it. It’ll be fine. He won’t tell you to leave; he’ll be nice and talk to you. Okay, one foot in front of the other. Keep it going. I encourage myself to walk to my usual spot at the bench next to him. As I move forward, I can feel a pair of eyes at me, and when I look up, I meet his gaze. I smile as he shuffles to the side, making room next to him on the bench.

“Hi, can I sit?” I ask shyly. He smiles and nods.

“Why else would I move over for? Other than to make room for you I mean?” he chuckles, and I can feel my heart racing as the heat spreads throughout my body. This is my new favorite sound. It must be. I’m sure of it.

I sit down next to him; not so close that I’d seem like a creep, but close enough to easily see the color and pattern in his perfect grey eyes. They remind me of wet pavement, but they’re much, much more appealing to stare into. I support my coffee cup between my thighs and rest the paper bag with my scone in on top of it. Then I extend my arm out towards him.

“Simon,” I say, introducing myself.

“Baz,” he smiles, gently grabbing my hand and shaking it. It almost feels like silk, his skin, it’s smooth but his hand is freezing cold, even now this late in spring.

“I was wondering when you’d finally come talk to me, you know,” he says. “I’ve seen you staring.” He lets go of my hand before grabbing his cup and sipping his tea. Blackcurrant, I think, as the scent flows towards my face.

I feel the heat rising to my cheeks once again, and I look down, staring intensely at my hands.

“Well, here I am,” I whisper, almost regretting not having this conversation with myself in my head before actually approaching him. That’s silly, I know, because I could have never known what he’d say. But still, I feel like I should have a better answer. I nervously pull my hand through my bronze curls and I can see him. Baz. He’s smiling at me. I can see it from the corner of my eye, so I turn to look at him. Why did my words always come short whenever I tried to talk to other people than Penny? Penny is always easy to talk to.

“You- you know, I’ve been thinking, um, about asking y-you this, for… for quite a while now, actually. Um… Would- would you like to go out to dinner? Um, with me?” I stutter, pushing the words out, choking on them twice. I look at him for a split second, and then I ruffle my curls again, purposely putting my hand in the way so that I can’t look at him. I don’t was to know what rejection looks like. I  really don’t. At least not from him.

“Yes, I’d like that. Did you have a specific time in mind?” His voice is cheery, and I look at him from the corner of my eye as I slowly lower my hand.

“Really?” I ask, surprised before I can even stop myself. “I mean, I don’t. I thought I’d have to ask you first.” I’m stumbling over my own words, but I can’t help the smile spreading bigger across my face as I see him smiling too.

“I’d ask you to give me your number,” he says, and I feel my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach. He’s just kindly rejecting me, I think. “But since my phone died this morning at work and I didn’t bring my charger, I’ll have to give you my number instead.”

My heart is racing. I was sure he’d been trying to reject me in the kindest of ways, but his phone is dead. That’s all. I grin, feeling relieved as he pushes his perfectly smooth, tan hand in front of my face, asking for my phone.

I dig through my pockets, wondering where I put that damn phone. Finally, as I feel a vibrating against my chest, I remember putting it on the inside pocket of my jacket. I never put it there, so why I did so now I have no idea. I look at the caller ID: ‘Penny’ it says, with a rather unpretty picture of me and her grimacing, both dressed up for halloween. I blush and hang up on her.

Suddenly, closer than before, I can feel Baz tense beside me.

“Your girlfriend?” he asks, slowly moving a few inches further away from me.

“Nope. That’s just Penny, my best friend,” I say, smiling reassuringly at him. She calls once more. And I hang up again before opening my contacts and offering the phone to Baz.

He grabs it, studying me; uncertain, as if he’s doing something he shouldn’t be doing. I nod and smile once more, and soon he’s saved himself as a contact in my phone. Handing me back my phone, our hands grace each other, and I feel my cheeks burning, and the butterflies going crazy in my stomach. I really do hate that I blush this easily.

As both of us realize that our breaks are over. we both stand up, almost mechanically. In the motion, as if on autopilot, I grab my scone and my coffee. And since we didn’t get a chance to discuss dinner any further, I tell him: “I’ll text you so you’ll have my number, okay? And we’ll find a time and date then?”

He nods, turning away with a smile on his lips. I grin, and since I’m feeling extra brave as we’re about to leave in our different directions, I turn halfway around and add over my shoulder: “And by the way, just to be clear, it’s a date.”

white, light-skinned and white-passing people on this hell site have a responsibility to monitor content they spread which glorifies having white and light skin. dark-skinned and/or POC users have to see that shit on our dashes and be reminded of our feelings of inferiority from the colourism and racism that has plagued our people for years and years. this shit has an impact.

you guys need to be critical of the literature, the aesthetic and the pictures you reblog. does this moodboard romanticise being white and pale? does this poem place a strange emphasis on whiteness to convey its feelings of grace and beauty? if the answer is yes, don’t fucking reblog it. your actions don’t exist in a vacuum and it’s time you all realised this. this is called racism. this is called colourism. you are hurting us.


no excuses.


Sometimes people wonder why we need positivity for boys, especially on Tumblr. Well, when there’s a clear bias against measles on this site, why not spread a little love to those who deserve it. There’s some stigma that all men are privileged assholes.

Disabled men exist.
Men with mental disorders exist.
Men of color exist.
Trans men exist.
Gay men, and bi men exist.
Men living in poverty exist.

And you’re going to tell me that they’re all living the high life, with no problems at all, simply because they’re male? Men struggling with a hard time deserve some love, and thy deserve to be reminded that they matter. Because, I hate to bring up this little fact: misandry isn’t cute. Women aren’t superior to men.
No, I’m not saying misogyny is rad, I’m simply saying this because radical feminists everywhere think it’s okay to harass men simply for their genitals.

So, I’ll end with this. If you want to generalize or put down men for a factor they cannot control, their gender, then you are just as sexist and disgusting as the people you claim to be against.

Tutor (Hanzo/Reader)

Pairing: Hanzo/Reader
Rating: G
Word Count: 933

This is for @darthsuki . One of the fics she wanted to see written was Reader learning Japanese with one of the Shimada brothers, and I’m here to fulfill that request. Suki, I hope you enjoy it! (Also, I apologize sincerely if any of the Japanese is wrong. I only have Google translate at my disposal.)

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Namjoon Does Your Makeup Vlog’s Voiceover

Writer: Admin Kay

Artist: Rap Monster (BTS)

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Length: It long af

A/N: god bless admin kyun for this idea

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

  • ‘ok namjoon just press the button and start narrating what you think im doing’
  • ‘ok i got this’
  • ‘babE THE MIC FELL’
  • ‘namjoon what did you do’
  • ‘i pushed the button’
  • ‘ok im starting now’
  • ‘p l e a s e don’t break the mic’
  • he finally starts the voiceover
  • ‘guys look at her’
  • ‘cute ass bitch’
  • ‘my cute ass bitch’

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Bite (Chapter 15)

Taehyung x Jungkook x Reader
Witch/Vampire Smut AU
Word Count: 2,518 

“Slow down (Y/N), you still have bambi legs.”

I froze mid stand and whipped around to see a healthy Taehyung, barely a trace of torture marking his face. Only the slow to heal cut on his lip and slight bruise on his cheekbone visible as he sat in a chair from the corner of the room I had overlooked. So many emotions hit me at once and stole the breath from my useless lungs. Joy, relief, love, sorrow, guilt, and happiness.


I literally flew into his form, arms squeezing around him with relief and love as my heart swelled into a big, shiny balloon.

“Ha-OW! I still have sensitive ribs, you know. And now you’re especially strong.” He mumbled into my hair and his arms found their way around my middle anyways.

“Oh! Im sorry!”

I released my death grip but couldn’t bring myself to free him completely.

“Why aren’t you completely healed?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“Well, Kris bled me as he tortured me so I was too weak to heal. It takes a while to get back to normal from 0% even after you’ve fed. I’m almost good as new though, don’t worry, Love.”

I sat back in his lap, studying the small traces of the battle that reflected in his beautiful brown eyes as water formed in mine. Curiously, the world turned a peculiar shade of rose and I wiped at my eyes to find my fingers were stained with bloody tears.



Taehyung took my hands in his and rubbed them clean, sparing his own shirt in an attempt to comfort me.

“…don’t cry. I’m okay and you will be too.”

He kissed each fingertip slowly and smoothed his hands against my hypersensitive new skin.

“I don’t know how to do this, how to be this…” I uttered with shaky breaths.

Overwhelming anxiety brewed in my chest and a storm clouded my mind but he quickly broke away the clouds with the sunshine that was him. Warm, soft lips connected with mine and his thumbs wiped at the wetness slowly traveling down my cheeks. I closed my eyes and breathed in the sweet mint and nature scent of him, visions of rolling clouds and sunsets filling my brain. I allowed myself to enjoy the moment before slowly pushing myself from him.


“I know. I just needed one more. One last kiss to get me through life without you.” He whispered.

My eyelids opened and I drank in the bittersweet expression that painted his face in beautifully somber shades and lines.

“You know I love you. If there was no Jungkook, I would be yours, no question. But there is, and you deserve the same level of completely consuming, freeing, all-encompassing love.”

My hands cupped his face and titled his downturned eyes back toward me.

"I believe there is someone out there for you that you will love deeper than me, someone who opens your world and suddenly everything makes sense and colors are brighter and you wake up smiling for no reason. I can’t accept that there is a world in which you don’t have all the happiness you deserve. You deserve it more than any of us…”

I smoothed the hairs from his eyes and leaned in to give him another hug, content in the comfort of his arms and willing to spend much of the day locked in their embrace. His hands groped my back and smoothed over my hair slowly and he breathed in, inhaling my scent.

“I hope you’re right.”

We sat like that until I decided that it was time to finally break free and face my reality.

“Now…” I started, siting back on his knees and facing him with a worried expression.

“What happens now?”

His expression faded from sad acceptance to amusement like the sun breaks over the dark dawn of the morning.

“Now we see what you can do…” he teased, eyebrows twitching with excitement as his fangs dropped down like white spears.

“But first, blood.”

We reconvened with the rest of the group, emerging from my room and walking to where the group sat watching T.V. in their living room. Namjoon was seated in a separate chair, seemingly engrossed in a thick book while Jimin and Hoseok were hanging onto the couch in awkward positions, half on each other. Yoongi was slouched in the couch next to them half asleep with his mouth hanging open, slack jawed and drool beginning to coat the corner of his mouth, a comical sight that countered his usually tough exterior. Jin was dashing around the kitchen, a mad focus on his face and cute pink apron draped over his front while he prepared something that smelled delicious. A large, silver pot on the stove was steaming and I was curious to know exactly what it was; do Vampyre eat actual food? I guess I would be finding out soon enough. Jungkook. Jungkook. There he sat, eyes focused on the screen but unseeing, his muscles tense and strung with visible stress. The moment his iris’s landed on me he was in front of me, appearing in the blink of an eye, hands holding mine and nose inches from mine as Taehyung walked to plop on top of a complaining Jimin.

“You’re okay? I waited by your bed every minute. Taehyung asked me to let him be there when you woke up. I wanted to be there but he begged and I was so guilty about what happened…” he trailed on, anxious worry creasing his beautiful brow.

My lips crashed to his and immediately silenced his rambling, lips stilling on mine as he lost himself in my kiss. When I finally broke free, his eyelids still fluttered, slightly closed and heavy with emotion as I smiled from below him.

“I love you, too.”

In that moment, we were the only ones existing, in our own little orb of space and time that compromised of each other’s arms and eyes, the rise and fall of our synchronized chests moving with life and love.

“Time for dinner everyone!!”

Jin’s loud boom shattered our peaceful bubble and all hell broke loose, everyone else, with the exception of a dozing Yoongi, sprung up and dashed for the kitchen, three pairs of hands vying for dominance while Namjoon hung back with an expression that said “I’m used to this by now”.

Kookie urged me forward until I was in ‘line’ waiting my turn.

Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok scattered with hands full and Namjoon grabbed what appeared to be a bag and a straw before heading back to his large reading chair.

“Here you go (Y/N)…” offered Jin with a sweet but somewhat watchful smile.

A dripping bag of A+ hung precariously from the pair of tongs in Jin’s hand, steam rising from the translucent bag that had just come from the boiling silver pot on the stove.

“Oh… it’s blood.” I said lamely, still unsure of how to be a Vampyre.

Although, at the mention of blood, a vicious hunger erupted within me, prompting me to snatch the bag from Jin with an animalistic growl as I leapt from Jungkook’s arms. I made out to tear into the plastic before a bell rang in my head, shocking me into calming down enough to realize my actions.

I blinked one, twice before my face flickered up to the amused expressions on everyone’s faces as they watched me, the mealtime entertainment. 6 pairs of eyes looked at me with expectation, Yoongi still sleeping except for the straws hanging from his mouth like a walrus, placed my do doubt the giggling group, Tae and Jimin.

“What was that?” I asked, embarrassed at my primal reaction.

“Bloodlust. It’ll get less intense. For now you need to drink up, you’re a fledgling, you need the strength and nourishment, c’mon…” Jin urged, the motherly side of him that Jazmin loved shining through.

I tentatively placed the warm plastic in my mouth and tore through, with what I assumed were my new fangs breaking through my gums uncomfortably. Warm, smooth, thick liquid pooled on my tongue and I immediately moaned, eyelids fluttering closed at the taste I could not accurately describe. It was more of an overall sensation rather than a taste. It reminded me of rich chocolate and swimming on a hot day, like the satiated feeling of eating your fill after hours of hunger, like the bliss that come from a beautiful song and complete sustenance. I could feel the effects it had on me as I stood there, my world coming to life around me. Colors deepened and shone with new vibrancy, smells bloomed in my nostrils and made me dizzy. Sounds I shouldn’t have been able to hear were suddenly whispering in my ear and I could feel the air current weave against the tiny hairs spread over my body.

Besides that, I even felt stronger and more energized within myself, muscles taught and ready to spring, my mind hyper aware of my surroundings. The perfect predator. I downed the bag in seconds, tongue flicking to catch the last drops catching at the corner of my mouth, careful to avoid my piercing fangs.

“That was…” I huffed.

Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung broke into cheers welcoming me to the species at last, inevitably scaring the sleep from Yoongi who woke with a violent start, scowling and pulling the straws from his mouth to throw at the noisy children and eventually accepting the bag of blood that Jin tossed his way. With my own thirst quenched, Jungkook grabbed a bag and sucked down the crimson drink and moving to sit at the dining table next to us, dragging my form to sit on his muscular lap. My nose poked the air, sniffing the scent of carbonara pasta among every other potent smell that swirled in the overwhelming concoction among us.

“Is that pasta? Why is there pasta? And should I be hungry?” I asked, truly confused.

“I anticipated this!” Jin answered, throwing off his apron enthusiastically and reaching into his scarce cupboards and pulling out a bowl in which he ladled creamy noodles into.

The white ceramic hit the table with a pleasant dissonance, fork stuck in the dead center and shining with promise. I knew it would taste amazing just from the aroma that enticed my nose closer; garlic, white wine, olive oil, eggs, parmesan all mixed together to create a scent that was almost visible to me and enticing enough to distract me from Jungkook’s hand resting high on my thigh, fingers squeezing slightly, a move that would otherwise have me swimming in my own personal pool.

I didn’t hesitate to grip the fork and twirl the spaghetti around its prongs until a large mound sat atop, glistening with rich sauce. One bite later and I was in heaven again, chewing and swallowing the food with gratitude. Jin’s eyes shined like a kid in a candy store, waiting for my verdict.

“It’s absolutely delicious Jin, really.” I managed to say around the second bite I shoved into my mouth.

“You’re such a good cook!”

The smile that stretched his face was completely full of happiness and pride, clearly enjoying how much I enjoyed his food.

“Thanks. I haven’t had any human to cook for in a while.. Excuse me, I mean hybrid, in your case. I enjoy cooking so I was anticipating your reaction.” he ended with an almost shy downturn of his eyes.

“What do you mean, you cook for Jazmin right? She told me so…” I asked, mouth still full of my third bite.

That question seemed to be a wrong thing to say as his eyes fell and the smile tugging at his cheeks disintegrated immediately.

“I broke up with her.” he simply stated as he straightened and began to clear the mess near the stove.

“Wai, WUFF?” I choked.

“What?!” I coughed out after painfully swallowing the clump of noodles I had just deposited on my tongue.

“Yeah. Or rather, I compelled her to forget me…us, for just a while. As soon as this is all over, I’ll fix it. But, it’s so dangerous being around us right now, I couldn’t let her get hurt because of me and what I am, what we are…” he finished, back to me and Jungkook.

“It’s for the best, (Y/N).” rumbled Namjoon from behind us, startling me a little at his sudden voice.

They were right, I realized that immediately, but it didn’t help the pain that stung at my chest. I hadn’t even thought about her in days, I was too wrapped up in my own story, my own problem, and that is what stabbed at my heart, my own selfishness.

“I understand. You’re right. I hadn’t really thought about it to be honest… I feel terrible.” I set down my fork, no longer hungry.

Jungkook’s warm hand rubbed shapes into my back and I relaxed into him, sliding to sit between his thighs and brood over my problems.

“Don’t worry, she’s safe. It’s understandable to overlook a few things when you just went through everything that happened.” He assured me with a firm kiss to the back of my head and a hug that he seemed to need desperately as he inhaled my scent.

His words were soothing but a seed of guilt lingered. I twisted in his lap and wrapped my own arms around him, tucking myself into his body and sighing in pleasure and contempt. Just hours ago I had nearly lost them all, the image of blood draining from their bodies as vivid as ever. Or was it days? My previously closed eyes flew open and I pushed myself to face them all.

“Wait, how long was I out?” I asked, bracing myself for their answer.

Unexpectedly, it was Yoongi who answered.

“Three whole days almost. You had everyone on edge to see whether you would live or die, but obviously you’re strong…” he said, voice lilting with approval near the end as he stood up to throw away the multiple blood bags in his fist.

“Three DAYS?!” I exclaimed.

“My grades are so fucked, and im sure I have been fired, my parents are probably worrying like crazy!”

Dread filled my bones at the phone conversation I would be having later.

“Yes, but the good thing is that you are a witch/Vampyre hybrid with a lot of powerful friends and boyfriend who happen to have a small mansion and an unlimited supply of money sooo….” Added Jimin playfully.

“Yeah! And now we can have some real fun too.” Hoseok added, jumping up and breaking into a weird dance.

Namjoon’s book snapped shut and he stood up, sliding it onto the cushion behind him, a new excitement entering his own pupils.

“He’s right. Let’s see what you’re made of little Fledgling.” He drawled, hands rubbing together like an evil maniac.

I turned to Jungkook with a questioning glance and his own eyes were alive with energy a smile cut across his mouth as he spoke.

“It’s time for the Olympics.”

[A/N] I think Chapter 16 will be up soonish, full of fun and smut

i hope you like this chapter, <3 :)

~ Be Good To Me ~

Genre:  Fluff, Angst

Summary:  Tom has to make a choice after a painful breakup. Is he ready to try again?

Author’s Notes:  This is based off of the song Be Good To Me by Chris Mann and some of the lyrics are used in the story.  We all know what it’s like to feel scared about new relationships, about sharing ourselves, about offering something that might be rejected (for a variety of reasons).  I feel that practically every time I type up something like this and start to question why I’m bothering to do so (also for a variety of reasons!).  Don’t let fear win.  Thank you to my guinea pig @i-wanna-be-toms-body-pillow and to everyone, on Fan Fic Writers Appreciation Day 2016, who has been kind to me and supported my scribblings.  Thank you. <3

He found himself standing there, the first time since the last time.

He found himself standing there, toes ever so slightly peeking over the edge.

He found himself standing there, strapping the parachute around his heart, contemplating jumping off into the unknown again.

His heart.

A battered heart.

A shell-shocked heart.

Be good to me.

Please be good to me.

But he knew he wasn’t alone.

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Tickling Saved Us?

Septiplier - [Jacksepticeye x Markiplier] About Septiplier, I know it’s not an actual thing. It’s called fanFICTION for a reason. Just enjoy the story and it’s characters!

Summary: Anti and Dark are here… [WARNING: THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]

I love feedback! Critique is greatly appreciated! God I think this is cheesy and shit. PLEASE tell me what you guys think. Good or bad. You won’t hurt my feelings, I promise. I need some feedback on this one. Also KINDA went off prompt a bit… I’m so SORRY!

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Theon x Reader...

Imagine sharing a night with Theon, your husband, before he marched south with Robb.

(I had SEVERAL requests that just said “a hot night with Theon” sooo here ya go haha. I’m sorry if Theon seems a little ooc, I haven’t written for him in forever and plus i wanted to show the Theon the reader/theon’s true love would see)

Word Count:1,923

Warning: SMUT

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Fic: Pax Romana - James Madison/Alexander Hamilton

Spawned by a conversation with dezzie-chan and requested by major-jamie-hill. Sorry it isn’t smutty, I honestly tried, but James Madison is too pure, too innocent. (And I am too asexual, too gay.)

Instead, have asexual (and maybe aromantic??) James Madison having a gossipy sleepover with a randy Alexander Hamilton while trying to write the Federalist #18. Rated PG-13 for sexual discussions.

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so i got an idea

so im sitting here thinking about how much arin, danny, jack and mark reminded me of the elements

like how mark’s fire, passionate and hot, building up in heat and spreading, but also warm and comforting and familiar, like a hearth that tucks you in on a winters night, and how he makes himself heard and is bold and proud 

and jacks earth, with a steady head on steady shoulders that never leave their spot, and hes so vibrant and colorful, just like a lush forest, and always so happy, and he can get angry and turn rock hard but it happens occasionally and itll always go away

dannys air, with his hair like wind wisps blowing everywhere, and he’s so chill and calming, like a cold breeze on a hot summer’s day, or the sound of wind chimes on your back porch, and yeah it can get pretty bad with tornadoes when hes angry, but most of the time hes light and comforting

Arin’s water, with his hair flowing, and most of the time he has this laid back attitude, and can really go with the flow, and is always determined and always moving, and like water he can get deep with a lot of things, just the tip of the iceberg ya know? And when he’s angry its fierce and draws out a while like a hurricane with a couple seconds eye before the next wave hits.

idk i may write this where theyre gods or something this is too cool not to make

anonymous asked:

hi!! from your local chronically ill nb girl I wanted to (bc ur a bigger acc and support these things!) remind (or if you don't know, inform) that tomorrow, may 10, is the official day for lupus awareness (my illness) , and may is lupus awareness month on its own. the lupus color is purple and our symbol is a butterfly,,, I just wanted to spread The Word

OMG I didn’t know that!!!! thank you for telling me, it’s already may 10 here!!! I’ll wear something purple

She Was the Sky (Ashton)


Morning was when he met you. It was a crisp, autumn day and the  leaves had just begun to pick themselves off the branches, almost like a golden rain shower.

Ashton slung his oversized bag on his shoulder, trying to ignore the pounding in his chest. Today was his first day of school, and he couldn’t be more nervous. He had prepped himself up several times in the mirror and packed his schoolbag three days before out of sheer nervousness.

He made his way towards the bus stop, only stopping to pick out a leaf from his golden curls. He spotted the bench his mom had mentioned would be his waiting space for the bus. He hurriedly made his way towards it, anxiety building up in his stomach, thinking that all the children that walked past were judging his skinny frame and short height.

He sat down on the bench, nervously fiddling with his legs and taking out his colouring book to pass the time. He had just begun to pull out his crayons when a small face popped into his line of vision, almost startling him off  his seat. 

“Hey! That looks fun!” You had said, pointing down at the half-colored dinosaur. “Can I try?”

Ashton, shock still evident on his face, merely nodded his head, too scared to say otherwise.

You had given him the biggest grin (with at least two missing  teeth) before discarding your storybook. You plunged your hand in the crayon box, picking a nice shade of blue and started coloring the tail.

It had been several minutes before you had looked up at him, a lop-sided smile adorning your features.

“Well, don’t just sit there silly. Help me!” You tossed him the crayon box and he caught it expertly.

Ashton nervously selected a purple for the head and began coloring the dinosaur’s odd crooked nose.

“You’re good at this!” You proclaimed, watching in awe as he did his work. Unlike him, you hadn’t quite mastered the art of coloring within the lines, but he had done it perfectly. “You should teach me one day. I’m Y/N by the way.”  You stuck out your hand proudly like an adult.

Ashton had taken it, with a smile on his face, his cheeks a bright shade of red at your compliment.


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‘Look at this!’ he shouted ‘look at it! what has that one-woman force of chaos done to these spells?’
Sophie and Michael whirled round and looked at Howl. His hair was wet, but, apart from that, neither of them could see that it looked any different.
‘If you mean me-’ Sophie began.
'I do mean you! Look!’ Howl shrieked. He sat down with a thump on the three-legged stool and jabbed at his wet head with his fingers. 'Look. Survey. Inspect. My hair is ruined! I look like a pan of bacon and eggs!’
Michael and Sophie bent nervously over Howl’s head. it seemed the usual flaxen color right down to the roots. The only difference might have been a slight, very slight, trace of red. Sophie found that agreeable. It reminded her a little of the color her own hair should have been.
'I think it’s nice,’ she said.
'Nice!’ screamed Howl. 'You would! You did it on purpose. You couldn’t rest until you made me miserable too. Look at it! It’s ginger! I shall have to hide until it’s grown out!’ He spread his arms out passionately. 'Despair!’ he yelled. 'Anguish! Horror!’
—   Diana Wynne Jones, Howl’s Moving Castle
The Story of Thumbel-willa Pt. 2

Once upon a time, there was a tiny, exquisite being named Thumbel-willa Graham, or Will, as he came to be known. He had awoken into the world one day from a large flower, and lived a happy, if lonely existence. How he wished to discover another just like him! Instead, he made do with the friendship of the animals in the forest, and could often be found at the tiny driftwood docks on the far side of a remote pond deep in the valley, where he worked day in and day out building boats to ferry four-legged clients across still waters. 

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The Teaching Assistant (Part Two - Luke Hemmings)

I got a ton of requests for a part two, so here you go.

Part One

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“Good morning, Miss (Y/N),” Luke greeted you as he pulled to a stop in front of your building.

You turned a little red at the nickname but got in none the less. “Good morning, Luke.”

Luke had been giving you rides to and from work every day this week, and you were starting to think Mrs. Hemmings was right. The two of you really seemed to hit it off. Luke had a dorky, cheesy sense of humor that always left you in a fit of giggles, and you had a certain care-free persona about you that really lifted his spirits.

You hadn’t mentioned anything to Liz yet. You were leaving that particular hurdle for Luke to jump through, but you got the feeling she knew already. She had this very motherly aura that just gave off the impression she knew everything.

“Mom tells me you have a T.A. performance meeting till six tonight?” Luke struck up as he turned his car towards the school.

“Yeah,” You nodded. “Your mom and the other teachers turn in performance reviews for their T.A.’s, and the school’s principal and counselors sit us down to go over how we’re doing.” Your performance review was a mixture of the music teachers and Liz. You were insanely nervous about the whole thing. You liked Liz, and she obviously liked you. But at the end of the day, this was work. It wasn’t based on your personality or your connection with Luke.

“Well, if it’s based on my mom’s opinion of you then you’ll do just fine.” Luke chuckled and sent you a pointed expression. “I mean, after all, she did give you her official stamp of approval. Didn’t she?”

You smiled anxiously in response and turned to look out the window. “Yeah, I think she likes me… It’s not just based on her though. I have to impress the music teachers, and that’s what I’m more worried about.”

“Right,” He nodded, “you know, my offer still stands to help you out?”

“That’s sweet Luke, but you waste enough time away on me.” The car came to a stop in front of the school, and you opened the door. “You’re not gonna be in town that long. I really couldn’t take away your time with your family.”

You went to leave, but Luke’s hand caught your wrist. “Hey, what time is your meeting over tonight?”

You weren’t entirely sure. “Uh… 7 if they like me; 8 if they don’t…” You were estimating. You’d long since given up arguing with Luke picking you up. The boy really seemed to love going out of his way to help you for some stupid reason.

“Great,” Luke smiled and let go of you. “I’ll see you at 7.”

By the end of your very long day it was safe to say they liked you. Liz sat in on the evaluations, as head of the math department, and she had nothing but praise for your performance. The principals thought you were a very interesting teacher who kept students engaged, and they were more than happy to send you home with flying colors.

You left the conference room a little before 7 feeling absolutely elated and headed to Mrs. Hemmings classroom so you could get your stuff and leave.

“(Y/N)!” You turned and saw Liz coming down the hall after you. “Walk with me,” She smiled as she caught up to you. “You were my last math T.A. review.”

“Great!” You forced an awkward smile. Usually you left quite a while before Liz. You didn’t really know how she’d react to seeing Luke if you didn’t manage to separate before you reached the parking lot.

The two of you walked in silence to her room. She seemed quite content, but you could feel the butterflies in your stomach. You were so nervous, and you weren’t even sure why. It’s not like you and Luke were dating behind her back. Hell, she pretty much pushed the two of you together!

“Did you get those quizzes graded?” Liz asked as the two of you packed your bags.

“Yeah,” You shuffled together the papers for her and set them on her desk, slinging your bag up on your shoulder. You really needed to hurry up and get out of here. “Here ya go.”

You turned to leave, but Liz scooped up the papers and followed right behind. “How’d the class do?”

You sighed and lagged back the few steps to walk with her. Clearly you weren’t getting out of this. “Only two fails, mostly B’s.”

“Better than I thought,” Liz smiled and flipped through the papers as you walked.

You caught the outer door for her and held it open. The parking lot was virtually empty without all the students crowded in. You recognized Liz’s car at the front corner spot, but you didn’t see Luke anywhere in the ten or twelve cars out there, so you reluctantly followed Liz to her car to follow the conversation.

“I’m guessing the fails were Tyler and Jason?” Liz asked you as you walked.

“You’d guess right.” The two of you laughed.

“Honestly,” Liz shook her head. “They’re smart boys if they’d pay attention. They don’t need people to cheat off of.”

“Maybe they’ll realize that now that they aren’t around anyone who’ll cheat,” You pointed out, stepping aside as Liz opened her car to load her things in.

“You know, Hun,” Liz mused, looking up at the sky. “It’s getting pretty dark out. Do you want a ride home?”

“A-Actually,” You stuttered out, “I already have a ride…” You looked out over the fairly empty parking lot. “…Not… entirely sure where he is, but…”

The two of you were interrupted by the sound of a car pulling into the parking lot off the street, and both of you turned. You were a mixture of anxious and relieved at seeing Luke’s car. Liz was just shocked.

Luke put the car in park and opened his door. “Sorry I’m late. The band and I had a writing session that ran long…” He hopped out of his seat and casually walked over to the two frozen women. “Hi mom,” He gave her a one-armed hug that she mechanically returned before turning to you. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” You glanced back to Liz then turned to Luke. He took your bag for you and put it in the backseat, even going so far as to open your door for you. You weren’t sure if the whole display was for you or his mom.

The two of you loaded in the car with Liz still staring after you. “Bye mom!” Luke waved before turning to pull off. You swore as he pulled off that you saw Liz smile and start clapping.

“I think she’s happy.” Luke laughed, clearly seeing the same thing you did.

“Yeah, I would say so…” You looked back in the mirror, but she was already out of sight.

“How’d the evaluation go?” Luke changed the subject.

You sighed in relief at the change, “Good, good. Your mom passed me with flying colors. They said I had real potential.”

“That’s great!” Luke clapped a hand down on the steering wheel, lips spread in a genuine smile. “That deserves some celebration!”

His excitement made you chuckle to yourself. “If by celebration you mean take out and reruns of Criminal Minds, then yes. I’ll be celebrating tonight.”

“What?” He glanced over at you, confused. “That’s really it?”

“I can’t exactly afford to party.” You reminded him.

Luke pursed his lips together deep in thought for a few minutes. The car went quiet as he thought over what you said.

You were a broke university student, and he was a up-and-coming rockstar. The contrast between the two of you was absolutely drastic. You led two very different lives. He could go out partying with his band all day every day if he wanted, but you considered Chinese take-out once every other week to be a delicacy. You were on two opposite sides of a river, and Luke decided he needed to build that bridge.

“What are you doing?” You asked as Luke made a sharp turn down the wrong highway. “My apartment is three more blocks!”

“I know,” Luke was too anxious about what he was about to do to look at her. “There’s no way I’m letting you stay in and eat take out tonight.”

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“Tonight, you’re going out to dinner, with me.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Like a date?”

Luke smirked to himself and asked, “Have you ever heard the saying, ‘mother knows best’?”