running with the shadows of the night

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Star Wars: The Last Jedi (2017) Dir. Rian Johnson 

Listen to the wind blow, down comes the night
Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies
Break the silence, damn the dark, damn the light

And if you don’t love me now
You will never love me again
I can still hear you saying
You would never break the chain (Never break the chain)

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Crown of Shadows - Iturbide - Fire Emblem: Kakusei | Fire Emblem: Awakening [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 6/7
Notes: Includes NSFW Content

Chapter Six Summary:

With the final battle between Plegia’s forces still far in the future, Chrom convinces Robin to join him for a night on the town.  While the tactician does not have high hopes when the prince brings him to a local tavern, he soon finds that Chrom knows him far better than he’d expected – and the night not only affirms their affections, but the deeper bond they share, as well.

the signs as suburban haunts

ARIES: flattened paper boats scattered like the remains of a murdered animal along a dried up river, rundown motels with their blasted neon signs and smashed-in windows, pink streamers from some neighborhood child’s birthday party shuffling across the street like bright tumbleweed, a train rattling off into the breathless night & the trace remnants of a week old bonfire found in the middle of nowhere. 

TAURUS: chipped paint, shattered shot glasses lying across an abandoned pool table missing a few billiard balls, flyers rustling like autumn leaves against the tempestuous tides of the wind, advertising concerts & magic shows that took place in 2005, the sillage of old perfume clogging up the air, still thick as the scent of blood or wildflowers.

GEMINI: the corpse of a cigarette that hasn’t touched a mouth in months, a dilapidated playground where lost souls come out to play, threadbare curtains ripped like the wings of a dissected bird, strange red-brown stains across the hotel bedsheets, a gate grown weary with new-forming foliage & age, whining erroneously whenever maneuvered. 

CANCER: an empty casket, coffee rim imprints across hardwood tables, an old, tattered shoe lying haphazardly on the side of the road, a junkyard littered with ancient cars still soggy with stories, a pick-up with a broken windshield, a cadillac with a massacred paint job, someone’s motorcycle with blood staining the front tire, an askew portrait with eyes that follow you around the room.

LEO: a carnival horse with one eye scratched out, a daycare centre that shut down years ago, plagued with the colorful ghosts of children’s drawings still tacked to the crumbling walls, a spiral staircase that seems to shift direction when nobody’s paying attention, crunched up beer cans rolling across an empty rooftop & lichen kissing the concrete. 

VIRGO: the supermarket, flickering & eerie at night like the shadows unearthed beneath troubled eyes, owls stirring in between the murmuring trees, a single upturned grave in a cemetery that isn’t supposed to be notorious for hauntings, an old fountain still glistening with pennies that are no longer considered currency, a collapsed bottle of wine running the tiles red.

LIBRA: handprints imprinted onto fogged-up windows, red rooms crowded with developing photographs of people whose faces you recognize but cannot quite place, broken doll heads, a necklace that erupted into a sea of pearls, a deflated blow up kiddie pool collecting parched grass and critters, a busted arcade game & the laughter of people long gone still trapped inside the walls.

SCORPIO: books with grimacing yellow pages, someone attempting to sell you a cursed object on etsy, a leaky shower-head, a clock that’s stuck in time, a torn, unravelled couch sitting deserted in someone’s front lawn, candy stores that proclaim sales on expired sweets & ruddy patches of farmland. 

SAGITTARIUS: basements stacked with unwanted toys, a box of thin-mints, footsteps reverberating around the house when it’s 2 AM and you’re home alone, a burned down lemonade stand, that weird alien light in the third window of your neighbor’s house that never seems to get turned off, a certain rattling coming from the kitchen.

CAPRICORN: rain pummeling against damp ceilings, clothes ripped off the washing line, an empty aquarium, obscure little thrift stores that sell leather jackets from the eighties, gas station lights flirting with you from the distance, the alley where they say the vagabonds roam their night countries, sniffing up and dressing down and slitting the throats of angels.

AQUARIUS: those tiny coffee shops that fill you with nostalgia for places you’ll never visit, ‘JESUS LOVES YOU’ spray-painted across the sides of ramshackle buildings, an antique almirah scratched to high hell, a monster in the closet, the tunnel beneath the bridge that half the town believes is a gateway to hell, smoking up in trip mall parking lots. 

PISCES: halloween decor presented in shop windows a couple months early, visiting that lake where you heard that one kid drowned, the garage door slamming without cause or notice, storing fireflies in jars, drugstore makeup, birthday cake flavored oreos, a wheeled desk chair that seems to turn on its own when nobody’s in the office, a candle snuffed out on a windless evening.

Magic Works (aka STORY TIME)

Sit down, witches young and old.  I have a story to share.

So, in late Summer 2014, I was held at gunpoint and my car was stolen.  Without going into too much detail, I was out at night running errands and two masked men cornered me in the parking lot of my apartment complex.  (The Mister was not with me at the time; he was in the apartment.)  In the trunk of my car was my witchy box, which contained ALL of my most important craft materials including my book of shadows, my tarot, and my most beloved trinkets.  (I had taken it on a witchy retreat the weekend before.)

When they stole my car, they used it in a bank robbery and then ditched the vehicle after use.  I was DEVASTATED.  I couldn’t sleep or eat for days (trauma can be an absolute bitch); I was terrified to go out on my own, even on our porch.  I lost my job because I no longer had a means of transportation.  And to top it off, I ended up having a miscarriage around the same time.

Guys and gals, I went to a very dark place after this.  The police, as helpful as they were, told me that the likelihood of finding the vehicle was slim-to-none.  In fact, it is common in most places (and especially my state) that stolen vehicles are dumped in rivers or ravines, never to be found again.  What made matters worse was that I had JUST PAID THE CAR OFF and SWITCHED MY INSURANCE TO LIABILITY ONLY.  (For you bebes out there that don’t know, this means that your insurance company won’t replace the car if it is stolen.)

For months, I tried to dig myself out of this hole, but I felt like I couldn’t really connect with my craft because I was missing important elements to my spellwork.  Some of the things in that box were passed down for generations in my family.  They were absolutely priceless.  I felt so…lost.

The following May, I was visiting Tulum, Mexico.  A tropical storm was brewing off the shoreline and everyone else was drunk at one of the all-inclusive bar.  I watched from my balcony as surfers took to the turbulent waves and something came over me.  I felt a literal pull in my chest.  Something kept telling me to go to the water.

My family, friends, and the Mister all told me I was crazy when I went to the beach.  There was thunder, the waves were insanely high, and even the experienced surfers were having trouble.  On the lifeguard stands, black flags were posted (one of the signs that swimming is absolutely ill-advised) and for even an experienced competitive swimmer (that’s me!), it would be dangerous. But something told me to get into the water.

Nothing could have prepared me for the power of the ocean.  It pulled me when I resisted; it dragged against every limb and I became frightened.  But instead of thinking about the fact that I could possibly drown, I kept replaying those guys and their guns pointed at me, one shoved into my forehead.  I became angry; I kicked harder, pushed myself further until I felt the sand at my toes again.

I was crying and so angry.  I stood still in the water and called out into the wind.  I beat my fists against the surface of the sea (I probably looked insane, but no one was out there) and felt all of my pain seep away.  I begged the water for one thing: even if the car didn’t run, could my precious things be returned to me.  I bartered with the sea.

The sea giveth and the sea taketh away, as they say.  All of the hurt and terror and anguish I had felt over the previous year disappeared.  I was embraced by the water and somewhere so very deep inside me, I knew everything would be okay.  There was finally a sense of calm and clarity inside me, replacing the tumultuous emotions I had been feeling.

The morning we left, after the storms had passed, I went back to that secluded part of the beach and promised that I would dedicate my life to helping witches around me.  I had never made a promise like that in my life.

A month after that, the state police found my car.  It wasn’t in working condition at all, but everything remained intact in the trunk.  They brought it to my parents’ house and I rushed outside.  I sobbed when my dad opened the trunk and saw the box waiting, looking the exact same way it did the night the car was stolen.  Everything was in it, untouched by the elements.  (Eventually, I repaired the car enough for it to run another two-and-half-years, too!)

Magic is real.  Against impossible odds, there is power in every wish and desire.  I will never regret the promise I made that day.  I will never take for granted the gifts that have been given to me.  And when people scoff when I say that I am a witch, I inwardly smile and know that my magic is true and real.  I have all the proof I need.

“Insignificant things I’ve accidentally learned as a witch, part II.”

1. Confine your sins to the moon. She won’t tell anyone. Marry her, for she is dressed in wedding-white, and she will wake you when she misses you at night. Do not fear when she runs away for several days, because she loves you and always returns.

2. Old music understands tired souls in a way that many people do not. The classical radio will keep you good company while driving home late at night.

3. The more you love someone, the sharper the knife they wield. They’ll either use it alongside yours in war or they’ll turn it against you while you sleep.

4. Rings of salt on windowsills keeps curious and lost demons from seeping in through the blinds.

5. Look at the mirror if you must, but do not look into it. Mirrors will try to show you everything they’ve seen and felt in a very short moment of time.

6. A simple sleep charm: imagine yourself sitting on the bed of a loved one. You’re their guardian, wielding away the shadows that creep into their dreams at night. As you rest on the edge of the mattress, a rose garden gently flourishes on the bed. You never fail.

7. Everything will always work out in the end. It’s only a matter of waiting through the trials and grief.

-yann

your father was an inventor. you knew better than to trust him in the center of town. he came home with scrap metal and built ships to glide on the grass. when you were young, you loved him for making. for a brief five years, you hated him, embarrassed of the town loon, embarrassed of what raised you.

but time shifts things. the man in town wants to marry you. a beautiful man by every account, and you hear many accounts. your nose in books doesn’t stop the stories of him: Gaston, bright, young, proud. Gaston, who could hunt and carve and flex his muscles. who forgot even himself what was true and what was fiction. it is a small village in paris, at the base of a kingdom. he is the bachelor you should have your heart set on. 

you try to teach yourself to love him. he grins at you over beer mugs. never reads the books you suggest to him, drops one in the mud. and one night you hear him, drunk and singing, laughing with the others about your father, the crazy.

that night your father brings you a single white rose from a garden. you kiss your father and think of Gaston’s log cabin, where you could live in comfort.

they come for your father in the night. he is the property of the prince, on account of theft. his hands should be cut off and sewn to the walls of his house, to remind him of his failures. an inventor without hands is a death sentence. they come with fire and hatred. rip you out of bed. your knees hit the mud. you’re too small to fight them. they tear your father away from you, and your heart out of your chest.

you run to gaston. tall, fast, manly. you beg him. it’s a mistake, you cry, you must help - you gulp - and then we will marry. 

gaston laughs and slams oak door against nose. you stumble back, feeling like a knife is in your throat. you take the wagon horse and ride improper, legs spread and bent forward, none of the lady your mother would have wanted. you ride for the life of your father.

at the door of the castle you stop. it is raining. you shout and rave and beg anything. take me, you scream, if you’re listening i’ll do anything. what do you promise on that doorstep, crying yourself empty? what do you promise to keep him alive, to keep him whole, to keep him healthy?

the door opens late. no one is there. you remember, suddenly, the tale of the beast who lives here, who ate the prince, who is terrifying. you think you hear your father and suddenly you are running, following his voice down dark hallways with no ending. 

he is in a cell. his head is bleeding. you feel your breath hitch. 

“will you?” a voice says, “will you trade yourself for your father, take responsibility for his sin?”

“he’s innocent,” you snarl, “you animals.”

“the rose, belle,” he whispers, and you stare at him. a white rose that is wilting beside your bedside would have been the death of him.

“take me,” you say, somehow empty and full at the same time, “if that’s what you need.”

the first night is ugly. you spend it crying. 

over time, the castle learns you, and you learn it. you think you are imagining the talking furniture for most of it. invisible hands whisk food in and out, bring you ball gowns and petticoats and delicate flowers. 

and always, the beast. at first, you were terrified of it. always in the shadows. moving like a ghost, prowling. tall, slim. menacing. never showing any skin, any proof it might be human.

but time and comfort destroy fears. you don’t run when it is in the room, you no longer shield your face in fear. it wears a mask, and this is how you know it really must be beastly. 

it is the second winter when you, playing snowball fights with the statues - you manage to hit the beast in the face. you freeze, and the panic from the day they took your father returns in a firework.

but then the beast is throwing back. and you are laughing. the next morning it is at breakfast with you, and lunch. it comes and goes, and never speaks. laughs, sometimes, you think. talks with its hands. the furniture translates. you learn, because you are good at learning. the hands that mean can i come in? the hands that mean are you hungry? the hands that mean is it okay if i read next to you, here this book is good, i found this for you.

each morning you wake up with white roses by your bedside. you learn to talk a little louder than you’re used to, to move your own hands in a way that acknowledges the beast. it is strange that you were a quiet girl and now you are comfortable shouting. the two of you have your own language, together. it teaches you swordfighting, you teach it dancing. it teaches you archery and you teach it cooking. you walk through the gardens together. there are moments where your hands touch and for some reason you blush like it was kissing. you’ve never had someone who understands you so completely. sometimes you tell it about far-away stories. sometimes you tell it about your village. and sometimes, when you are raw, you tell it about gaston and the marriage you didn’t want and your father and his insanity

one of these nights the beast brings you the mirror. you cry when you see your father. and the beast is pulling you, running, picking out a horse from the stables, gesturing. go, go. you cry when you leave.

you save your father. tell him you’ll bring him back to the beast. do you talk too loud? is gaston only mad you never belonged to him? when the raid starts, you are still taking care of your father. outside, voices, ringing. kill the beast. you think of hands, dancing in the air to speak, and you think you have never heard something so ugly. you’re ashamed to be this species.

you ride in their wake, your father safe. you ride that same panicked race as three years ago to the day. 

you fight, because the beast taught you how. the castle fights, because it is protecting its life. and the beast - you watch the flash of a blade, careful not to kill - the ability you once mistook for savagery. 

it isn’t enough. gaston, and a gun. the three of you stand on the balcony, you in between. again you are begging this man, who means nothing. “leave the beast,” you say, “take me.”

“i’ll have both,” he says, and shoots. you feel the bullet streak by you. the beast is all movement, has pushed you out of the way. they grapple, and you scream when the beast falls, skittering. gaston marches over and you move without thinking. he falls into the night silently. 

you can’t get there quick enough. you gather the beast into your lap, begging be okay. at the mask, you whisper something, and then say it again with your hands. i love you, you say. you were the best thing to happen to me.

the mask slips. a voice says, “belle,” and you are hit with the full force of something that feels like music. you can’t breathe. 

the girl beneath the mask is beautiful. her blonde hair spills across your legs. she touches your face and her hands say i’m okay, and you’re laughing. you kiss her and roses open up in you. 

“i thought you were a beast,” you say with hands and lips a hair above hers, “and here you are, the beauty.”

she smiles sheepishly. it is hard when you are like me. 

your are sobbing. you kiss her again, because you can, because she’s here and perfect and the answer to questions you didn’t know you had been asking. 

her hands, curious, worried, search for your wet cheeks. i’m okay, really, belle. you saved me.

funny, your hands dance, i was about to say the same thing.

exchanges (m)

Summary: In which Jeon Jungkook is that friendly neighborhood superhero, you’re the face in the hallway that saved his high school career, and he can’t ever seem to get a grip around you. Even when he makes you scream after a fated accident—not for the reason you may be thinking; get the thought out of your head! 
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader 
Genre: Fluff/Smut; Spiderman AU 
Word Count: 14,838
Author’s Note: Honestly though, it was only a matter of time before I got around to writing a story like this. I am obsessed with Spiderman, so this might just be the foundational guideline for many future Jungkook Spiderman AU drabbles to come in the future. 

The story was also heavily inspired by this photo that made me cry for seven days and seven nights. +photo credit !!!!!!!

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(the present)

If Jeon Jungkook is against anything in his life, it’s one’s ability to exaggerate certain situations or problems to make those things seem much bigger than they probably were. Well, actually, take that back. It’s not that he’s against it per say, it’s just that his peer’s daily struggles of pop quizzes and missing the morning bus aren’t exactly headliner news—especially in comparison to what he has to go through.

Jeon Jungkook is against exaggeration, probably because he can’t get away with it himself. It’s not that he doesn’t like to exchange his fair share of embellished stories or fabricated events weaved into true experiences, it’s that he can’t afford to do so. Sharing stories of his nightly routines and dashing superhero adventures may seem great, but only if he could manage the burden of a personal life and a masked life intertwining.

As an 18-year-old boy, he can probably say it’s safe to assume that he cannot. Manage the overwhelming, opposite pressure both of his lives take him, that is. It’s difficult enough being a college freshman, a tiny fish in an ocean of whales and sharks, but throw in his late night Spiderman facade would be too much of a tale to share with other people and peers who probably ask too many questions and know too much about him. He’s never liked the exposure that comes with being in the spotlight, and he can’t hide behind his mask if people knew who he was.

Oh. Right. Speaking of his Spiderman facade, that’s who is he. Haven’t heard of him? You know, the dashing hero of Seoul, red and blue spandex attire with a web shooter, fine tuned senses and amazingly quick reflexes? The boy who swings around the city, volunteering for trouble and always coming out right on top? The boy who constantly maintains that casual, slightly amused tone throughout a majority of his rescues?

Yeah, well, that’s Jungkook.

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modern myth figures
  • fairies: pale pink bubblegum, diamond-studded tiaras, selfies always on point, screeching along to the radio, twirling around in a new dress, cheesecake, pastel orange sunrises, sunflowers, oversized sunglasses, sparkly lip gloss.
  • sirens: singing in the shower, classical music, seashell necklaces, waking up late, reading on the porch, lazy summer afternoons, sandy fingers, too much eyeliner, worn flip flops, dark blue, walking around barefoot, warm bubble baths.
  • nymphs: collecting violet wildflowers, stardusted nights, wineglasses, laughter like bells, planting seeds in a garden, long shadows, running faster than the wind, moonlight glinting off silver necklaces, fireflies, plum-colored lipstick, weaving flower crowns.
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Flowers of The Night Oracle Unboxing

“Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise to perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”     -Sarah Williams

I ordered this deck back in November of last year from Etsy, before the decks had printed, but after the Kickstarter had ended. It was a lovely surprise to come home to, today.

Cheralyn Darcey, the deck’s creator, is a pure ray of sunshine. If you watch even half a minute of any of her YouTube videos, she’ll have you smiling from ear to ear. She’s a lovely human being, and you can see the goodness radiating from her. I love her, and she is precious. Protect her at all costs.

That being said, I turn my attention back to the deck. I’m quite surprised this deck hasn’t been catching more attention from the Tumblr community… As soon as I saw it on Etsy, it was an instant attraction. My first inclination, is that this will be a good oracle deck for shadow-work and introspective meditations. The poem that I placed under the heading for this post is from the guidebook, and I think it beautifully characterizes the deck.

“Come into the Night Garden and explore your powers and passions with this dedicated oracle deck of flowers coupled with the animals, insects, birds and places their original environments.”   -Descriptor on the deck box.

The deck consists of 44 Flower reading Oracle Cards. Some cards also feature an animal or insect along with its flower. The guidebook is conveniently sized, with well-thought descriptions and meanings. Each card also has the proper name of the flowers and animals that appear on them.

The box is excellent! The lid is hinged and sturdy… I don’t think I’ll be making a wallet for these cards, but rather let them live in their original, beautiful home.  As you could guess, the deck comes with a guidebook and a post card where Cheralyn wrote a thank you. 

I really love this deck, and I can’t wait to start working with it!

If you think you might want one of your own, I suggest you head over to Etsy and secure one, as this is a one time run deck… after they’re gone, they’re gone for good!

Etsy listing –> Here <–

like real people do p.3 | jeon jungkook

summary: the feelings for your friends with benefits are changing. months pass, and you feel your gut telling you that you want more. you’re just not sure if he feels the same.

college student!reader, friends with benefits!jungkook

piece 1, piece 2, piece 3

this component is based off 6LACK’s ‘Prblms’

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Fire

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Baekhyun

Rating: 18+ (Explicit Sex, Mention of Drug Use)

Word Count: 3,216

Summary:  It’s 1970′s Florida and crime lord Byun Baekhyun has managed to build his empire on crime and thievery. You’re his rival, the daughter of his greatest enemy and from the moment he sees you - he knows you’re going to be trouble.

Lucky for you, Byun Baekhyun happens to like trouble.

Contributors: the always amazing, stupendously wonderful - @baebae-goodnight for the perfect moodboard below <3

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➤ Playlist | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07

➤ Character: Min Yoongi x reader

➤ Genre/words: Arranged Marriage! AU, Angst / 9,118 words

➤ Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?

➤ Warning: Mentions of death, death scenes, graphic scene of violence

➤ a/n: This chapter will show more backstories. And unlike the previous ones where I add the backstory at the front as an opening, the scenes will go back and forth as a filler. Flashback scenes will be written in italics^^


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BTS AS CATS!

Taehyung; always attached to your hip, follows you around all the time and when you stop walking he bumps into your legs and falls back on his ass. Runs around your house following his tail and brings you every single insect he catches. Eats a lot and is friendly with other cats. Jiminie and Gukie are his partners in crime.

Jiminie: shy at the beginning but shamelessly asks for belly rubs once you know him. Always around you and whines when he doesn’t get attention. Is jealous of gukie because “taetae is mine, im his baby paws”

Gukie: shy at the beginning but worst cat ever once you know him, steals your food, scratches your couch to piss you off when you’re not giving him attention. If he wakes up in the middle of the night expect him to get under your blankets and push you out of your own bed. Fights with Jiminie all the time because “tae only loves me, don’t touch whats mine”

Suga: new definition of grumpy cat, never comes when you call him, ignores you unless you have food for him, when its time to sleep, he gets on your lap and sleeps, doesn’t matter how many times you pull him away, he will end up on your lap and give you a hell of a night. Soft for hoseokie, will run around after him if it means getting his attention.

Hoseok: hyperactive cat, runs around the house following your shadow. Its clingy and scratches your hand to ask for attention. Never stops and will never stop unless suga asks him to take a nap with him.

Namjoon: have you ever seen a clumsy cat? Okay not use that image and make it 7 times worse. Follows you around and trips over his own legs, you try to avoid stepping onto him and end up falling, he gets on top of you and rubs his head on your arm. Always falls while you’re petting him, falls from the couch, falls from the bed, falls from your lap… messy eater, takes his food and places it next to you so he can keep you company while eating.

Jin: fattest cat alive, eats his food, asks for more and then steals your food. Is cute and he knows it, walks around moving his tail perfectly so everyone notices him. Hates cats who eat messily but doesn’t mind sharing a meal with joonnie.

A/N: its 4 am and im writing this which means idk what im doing and I just couldn’t stop myself because too cute SO COME @ me I DARE YOU.
A place for each sign
  • When you're stressed, close your eyes and go here.
  • Aries: A dark cozy room with a burning fireplace, hear the comforting sound of it crackling and focus on only that.
  • Taurus: A garden, a tall tree where a bird sits and hums, focus on the warmth of the sun touching your shoulders, warming your body.
  • Gemini: An old library, no sound but your footsteps against the concrete ground, listen to the pages turn and inhale the dusty smell.
  • Cancer: In the rain, imagine yourself standing out in the pouring rain but it's not cold, it's just the comforting feel of it drenching your body and the soft thudding sound of it hitting the ground.
  • Leo: A beach, entirely deserted with the bluest water lapping against the sand, listen to the waves feel the breeze.
  • Virgo: Sitting up in the tallest tree with the breeze hitting your face and the strong scent of pine rushing up your noise.
  • Libra: Laying in the tallest grass field with the grass dancing along creating shadows, focus on the breeze flowing around you.
  • Scorpio: In the sand, at night with all the stars glittering and the sand still warm from the day, feel the warmth of the sand as your body sinks into it.
  • Sagittarius: Flying through the blue sky, running your hand through clouds your hair blowing in the air, look at the sky feel the wind blow, focus on how it feels.
  • Capricorn: A pergola at night covered in white Christmas lights and the soft sound of a piano near by, pay attention to the sound of the music and relax your mind.
  • Aquarius: Lying on a cloud, floating quickly passed everything feel the rush of moving fast, but also feel the calmness of floating.
  • Pisces: A canopy in the woods, with the smell of damp leaves and the sound of trees blowing, let your mind drift and your body relax.

First session of a new campaign with new players, and the GM is feeling a bit under-the-weather and getting worse as the night goes on. Most of the session was character creation, with a short combat encounter to introduce the mechanics of the game.

GM: At this stage, the remaining 3 bandits take off running down an alleyway.

Wookiee Heavy: I pull out my bowcaster and fire.

GM, shifting uncomfortably: Sure, roll for the attack.

Wookiee Heavy: [rolls]

GM: Okay, you take out two of them with a volley of shots.

Clawdite Shadow: I want to chase after the last one!

Zabrak Jedi, OOC: Nah, let (GM) go home.

GM: [Looks very visibly unwell and quite pale]

Clawdite Shadow, OOC: But he’ll give us less XP if we don’t kill them all!

GM and Zabrak Jedi, in unison OOC: No he won’t!

So, picture this. You’re a fallout 4 settler, right? Life has been pretty tough for you, but you’ve found this nice enough place, it’s got water, food, defenses, even some electric lights, sweet.

Only some raiders start coming for your stuff. You have a shitty pipe pistol. So you ask the only people you can, the Minutemen.

And they send this… person. They’re dressed weird, even weirder then that Hancock dude that runs Goodneighbor. They’ve got this odd look in their eyes. They kinda look like they’ve not slept in 4 or 5 days. But they say they’ll sort it, so you go back to your day to day drudgery.

Only, a day or four later, they come back. In the night, still stinking of other people’s blood and their own sweat. And the first thing you know of it is being woken from your sleep to a shadowed figure leaning over you, whispering ‘I took care of those raiders like you wanted’

it’s midnight again
and i’m on my roof top
looking at the constellations
with a cigarette and cold tears running off my face

i’ve listened to the same 3 songs on repeat
hoping that they’d help me
but sadly they only get old
and i only become annoyed and weak

the nights cold breeze freezes me
but i’m okay with it
even though i don’t wanna die
it seems like a pretty good option right now

the moon shines bright
and i see our shadows running off together
but that’s just imaginative
because you never came back

so as i freeze to death on my roof
with my almost burnt out cig
and my music blasting high
maybe i’ll find comfort in the cold

or maybe not
i don’t know
i’m just stupid
and afraid

Books with badass female characters (An ever growing list)

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::Updated Feb 17, 2017::
Note: Numbers reflect the number the book is in its respective series & not reading order.
The list is written in reading order.

📚 Throne of Glass series by Sarah J Maas
0. Prequel: Assassins Blade
1. Throne of Glass
2. Crown of Midnight
3. Heir of Fire
4. Queen of Shadows
5. Empire of Storms
5.5. Untitled Novella (Fall 2017)
6. Final book (TBD release in 2018)

📚 A Court of Thorns & Roses series by Sarah J Maas
1. A Court of Thorns and Roses (ACOTAR)
2. A Court of Mist and Fury (ACOMAF)
3. A Court of Wings and Ruin (ACOWAR) (Release date May 2, 2017)

📚 Kingmaker Chronicles by Amanda Bouchet
1. A Promise of Fire
2. Breath of Fire
3. Heart on Fire (2018)

📚 An Ember in the Ashes series by Sabaa Tahir
1. An Ember in the Ashes
2. A Torch Against the Night
3. Untitled (2018)
4. Untitled (2019)

📚 Queen of the Tearling series by Erika Johansen
1. The Queen of the Tearling
(Emma Watson is Executive Producer for the film.) 
2. The Invasion of the Tearling
3. The Fate of the Tearling

📚 The Witchlands series by Susan Dennard
1. Truthwitch
2. Windwitch
3. Bloodwitch (2018)
4. TBD (2019)
***Note: Truthwitch took until page 112-114 for me to get into it. Then it took off running.

📚 The Grisha Trilogy by Leigh Bardugo
1. Shadow and Bone
2. Storm and Siege
3. Ruin and Rising

📚 Six of Crows Series by Leigh Bardugo
1. Six of Crows
2. Crooked Kingdom

📚 Daughter of Smoke & Bone series by Laini Taylor
1. Daughter of Smoke & Bone
2. Days of Blood & Starlight
2.5 Night of Cake & Puppets novella
3. Dreams of Gods & Monsters

📚 The Conquerers Saga by Kiersten White
1. And I Darken
2. Now I Rise (June 27, 2017)
3. Untitled (2018)

📚 Red Queen series by Victoria Aveyard
1. Red Queen
2. Glass Sword
2.5 Cruel Crown novella
3. King’s Cage
4. Untitled (2018)

📚 The Raven Cycle series by Maggie Stiefvater
1. The Raven Boys
2. The Dream Thieves
3. Blue Lily, Lily Blue
4. The Raven King

📚 The Checquy Files series by Daniel O'Malley
1. The Rook
2. Stiletto 
3. ? TBD ?

📚 All Souls Trilogy by Deborah Harkness
1. A Discovery of Witches
2. Shadow of Night
3. The Book of Life

📚 The Hunger Games series by Susanne Collins
1. The Hunger Games 
2. Catching Fire
3. Mockingjay

Of Monsters and Men sentences

Wolves Without Teeth

  • “I’m giving you all”
  • “I’ll be the blood, if you’ll be the bone”
  • “You hover like a hummingbird, haunt me in my sleep”
  • “I run from wolves”
  • “It’s perfectly strange, you run in my veins.”
  • “I breathe what is yours”
  • “You’re feeding on my energy”
  • “I run from wolves tearing into me without teeth”
  • “You can follow me”

Yellow Light

  • “I’m looking for a place to start.”
  • “Grab ahlod of my hand.”
  • “I will lead you through this wonderland.”
  • “Ignore those big warning signs.”
  • “I dare you to close your eyes.”
  • “I see a light.”
  • “The light is blinding my eyes.”

King and a Lionheart

  • “We won’t run.”
  • “We’re here to stay.”
  • “Howling ghosts they reappear.”
  • “You’re a king and I’m a lionheart.”
  • “We’re still the same.”
  • “Creatures lurk below the deck.”
  • “I’ll be here to hold your hand.”
  • “You’re my king and I’m you’re lionheart.”

Black Water

  • “I need nothing.”
  • “There’s something eating at me.”
  • “Darker days are reigning over me.”
  • “In the deepest depths I lost myself.”
  • “I’m ready to suffer the sea.”
  • “I see myself through someone else.”

Empire

  • “Heavy stones fear no weather.”
  • “I find comfort in the sound and shape of the heart.”
  • “From the rain comes a river running.”
  • “We’ll create an empire for you.”
  • “Illuminate.”
  • “You’re staring back at me like I wasn’t there.”
  • “We welcome the fear.”

Human

  • “I am lost and led only by the stars.”
  • “Breathe in, breathe out.”
  • “Let it in.”
  • “Shadows form a grin.”
  • “If I lose control, I feed the beast within.”
  • “Cage me like an animal.”
  • “Breathe in, breath out, let the human in.”

Love, Love, Love

  • “Maybe I am a crook for stealing your heart away.”
  • “Maybe I’m a bad person.”
  • “These fingertips will never run through your skin.”
  • “Those bright blue eyes can only meet mine across a room.”
  • “You love, love, love when you know I can’t love you.”
  • “I think it’s best we both forget before we dwell on it.”
  • “You held me so tight all through the night until it was near morning.”