sheep-tracks

“Her hands are stained with flesh and blood.” (TCL 6 49 r.13-29)

This incantation includes a common magical element: a deity showing how to solve a problem, so the petitioner can follow their example.  In this case, the demoness Lamashtu is diverted from her bloodlust by equipping her to be an ordinary woman rather than a monster.


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She is furious, she is fierce, she is divine, she is dazzling —
        and she is a she-wolf, the daughter of Anu!
Her feet are talons [1]; her hands are unclean;
        her face looks like the face of a savage lion.
She rose up from a reed-thicket,
        her hair hanging loose, her panties cut away.
She travels the tracks of cattle; she follows the tracks of sheep.
        Her hands are stained with flesh and blood.
She enters through the window;
        she slithers in like a snake.
She moves in and out of houses.

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A Sleepless Night In Neverland

Summary: It’s the night before a big hunt, and you can’t stop tossing and turning in your bed. After a few hours of restlessness, Peter comes in to the rescue, and has an idea of how to lull you off to sleep.

Word Count: 737

Warnings: Mild Language

You kick your sheets off your body, then pull them back over. You try turning over onto your left side, then your right, then back onto your left. You kick your sheets off again, feeling too overheated, then quickly succumb to the cold, woodsy air, and the whole infuriating routine starts over again.

Annoyed, you let out a frustrated sigh. You don’t know why you can’t sleep. You’ve almost never had trouble going to bed knowing in the morning you’d get to wake up and join Peter on a big mermaid raid. But for some reason, tonight, you could just simply not keep your eyes shut.

You decide to turn over again and count sheep, but lose track (and interest) after eleven. You’re about to count horses instead when you hear the sound of the big curtains that lead into your tent being pulled back, and see the light of a lantern being carried into the room. Instantly, you clamp your eyes shut, and pretend to be unconscious.

You feel panic rise up in your chest: of course the one night you can’t sleep is the night an assassin creeps into the camp.

But then, you smell the familiar apple-cinnamon scent, and all your fears are swiftly washed away.

“Don’t bother pretending, love,” you hear Peter say, and feel the weight of him sitting down at the foot of your bed, “I can practically hear you tossing and turning all the way from my tent.”

You open your eyes, grinning. “It’s not my fault! I can’t sleep a fucking wink tonight, and it’s starting to annoy the piss out of me.”

Peter just chuckles, gazing at you with an amused expression.

“Alright,” he says after a moment, “Make some room. I have an idea.”

You scoot over to the opposite edge of the bed, and Peter crawls in next to you, extending his arm around you and setting the lantern down on your small bed side table. You lean into the side of his body, resting your head on his chest.

“Once upon a time…” He starts, and you actually snort laughter.

He shoots you a puzzled look, and you roll your eyes at him. “Peter, you’re literally the star of your own fairy tale. You can not tell me I’m supposed to listen to you-”

“Shh!” Peter hushes you, then recomposes himself. “Once upon a time, there was an island. Now, this island was no ordinary island. It was filled with magic and potions, and had evil pirates and even lagoons filled with killer mermaids. The leader of this island was a tall, striking, fearless, handsome-”

Peter you are literally not about to tell me the story of-

“Quiet, you ass! This is the good part.” He puts a hand over your mouth, and carries on.

“…The leader of this island was a tall, striking, fearless, handsome gentleman who’s name was…hmm..Span.”

Peter tries to muffle your laughter once more, and eventually you just bury your face in his shoulder so he can continue the rest of his story.

“Where was I…oh, yes, Span. Span was a wonderful leader. The Lost Boys loved him, and thought he was the most glorious person to ever rule Neverland.”

Peter pauses for a minute before continuing. “But, then, someone else came to the island. A girl.”

You slowly retreat your head back out and look up at Peter.

“This girl was nothing like Span had ever seen before. She was truly afraid of nothing, and conquered all obstacles that came to her before finding the camp of the Lost Boys. And, even though she fought with Span sometimes and tested his patience greatly, and occasionally never knew when to shut up, she was still the most amazing sight Span had ever seen. Deep down, he knew that this girl would carry the entire fate of Neverland.”

It’s at this moment that Peter looks down at you, and you just stare up at him, seeing the gorgeous twinkle in his golden emerald eyes. Then, he leans in, at first just kissing your forehead, and then the top of your nose, and then your lips. The kiss is slow but passionate, and at last you feel like your bed is the coziest place in the entire world, and somewhere you don’t ever want to leave.

You spend a few minutes like this, but then he reaches over and puts out the lantern, wrapping both of his arms around you tightly.

“Goodnight, Lost Girl.” You hear him murmur into your hair.

“Goodnight, Span.”

anyway mac demarco’s new album leaked and i downloaded it the day after i come out and like … im feeling personally attacked by it??
track 3: Baby You’re Out
track 4: “just like seeing her / for the first time / again”
track 7: Sister
track 9: wolf who wears sheeps clothes
track 13: watching him fade away

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modern bagginshield au: sheep on the tracks

Thorin Durin is on his way to Wellington, but not even the bucolic view out his window or the prospect of visiting his sister and nephews can lift him from his mood as the train stalls for sheep on the tracks. That is, until another train pulls to a stop next to his to reveal a gorgeous stranger just across the tracks. And when the man looks up and catches his eye with a smile– Thorin’s day gets more interesting.

insp. by thorinshielding (x)

dinamitelove  asked:

I'm new to the series so forgive me if I'm asking a stupid question. I noticed that all the former kingdoms in Westeros have some ties with magic or the supernatural except for the Westerlands. Is it true or I'm missing something? Is there a reason?

It’s not a stupid question, but certainly there’s magic and supernatural in the Westerlands?

[The Westerlands] are rich lands, temperate and fruitful, shielded by high hills to the east and south and the endless blue waters of the Sunset Sea to the west. Once the children of the forest made their homes in the woods, whilst giants dwelt amongst the hills, where their bones can still occasionally be found.

The World of Ice and Fire

Legend tells us the first Casterly lord was a huntsman, Corlos son of Caster, who lived in a village near to where Lannisport stands today. When a lion began preying upon the village’s sheep, Corlos tracked it back to its den, a cave in the base of the Rock. Armed only with a spear, he slew the lion and his mate but spared her newborn cubs—an act of mercy that so pleased the old gods (for this was long before the Seven came to Westeros) that they sent a sudden shaft of sunlight deep into the cave, and there in the stony walls, Corlos beheld the gleam of yellow gold, a vein as thick as a man’s waist.

The World of Ice and Fire

The Lannisters were an old family, tracing their descent back to Lann the Clever, a trickster from the Age of Heroes who was no doubt as legendary as Bran the Builder, though far more beloved of singers and taletellers. In the songs, Lann was the fellow who winkled the Casterlys out of Casterly Rock with no weapon but his wits, and stole gold from the sun to brighten his curly hair. 

–AGOT, Eddard IV

…there is scarce a noble house in all the Reach that does not boast of descent from one of Garth Greenhand’s countless children. Even the heroes of other lands and kingdoms are sometimes numbered amongst the offspring of the Greenhand. Brandon the Builder was descended from Garth by way of Brandon of the Bloody Blade, these tales would have us believe, whilst Lann the Clever was a bastard born to Florys the Fox in some tales or Rowan Gold-Tree in others. However, Lann the Clever’s descent from Garth Greenhand is a tale told in the Reach. In the westerlands, it is more oft said that Lann cozened Garth Greenhand himself by posing as one of his sons (Garth had so many that ofttimes he grew confused), thus making off with part of the inheritance that rightly belonged to Garth’s true children.

The World of Ice and Fire

The wealth of the westerlands was matched, in ancient times, with the hunger of the Freehold of Valyria for precious metals, yet there seems no evidence that the dragonlords ever made contact with the lords of the Rock, Casterly or Lannister. Septon Barth speculated on the matter, referring to a Valyrian text that has since been lost, suggesting that the Freehold’s sorcerers foretold that the gold of Casterly Rock would destroy them.

The World of Ice and Fire

And then there’s little untold tales, like House Banefort, descended from the legendary Hooded Man, which sounds a bit like a ghost story… and speaking of which, some say the ghost of Lann the Clever still haunts Casterly Rock… and then there’s the merlings often glimpsed by the fisherfolk of Lannisport…

Well, basically, the Westerlands have as strong a history of myth and legend, magic and supernatural, as any area of Westeros. Hope that helps!

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YA meme » Six locations [2/6] » Skarmouth, Thisby

“It doesn’t feel it to me, but Thisby’s tiny: four thousand people on a rocky crag jutting from the sea, hours from the mainland. It’s all cliffs and horses and sheep and one-track roads winding past treeless fields to Skarmouth, the largest town on the island. The truth is, until you know any different, the island is enough.”

WHAT THS SIGNS DO WHEN THEY CANT SLEEP
  • Aries: Maybe if I hit my head against the wall multiple times I'll fall asleep
  • Taurus: Stumbles downstairs to make some tea
  • Gemini: Calls their friends and complains about how they can't sleep, eventually tires themselves
  • Cancer: Grabs a couple of stuffed animals and cries themselves to sleep
  • Leo: Takes a couple (dozen) sleeping pills
  • Virgo: Counts sheep, loses track, starts over
  • Libra: Changes pajamas into very fluffy ones and has a full on fashion show until 6 am
  • Scorpio: Masturbates until they tire themselves
  • Sagittarius: Punches wall, breaks hand and makes a dent in the wall
  • Capricorn: I shouldn't have taken Adderall fuck
  • Aquarius: Tries to astral project
  • Pisces: Can't stop shifting positions, eventually reaches for the Xanax
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sheep on tracks au

where bilbo and thorin are both on trains that stop because of sheep and they spot each other across the train windows and hit it off, with bilbo writing messages on his notebook and holding it up to the window so thorin can see and thorin trying to hide behind his newspaper pretending to not sneak glances bc damn that man is cute 

thorinshielding  asked:

BILBO NOT CATCHING THORINS NAME BEFORE THE TRAINS START MOVING AGAIN SO BILBO ASKS ONE OF THE TRAIN STAFF TO HELP HIM DO A PSA AT THORINS DESTINATION STATION, WHEN HE GETS OFF THE TRAIN HES BOMBARDED WITH THE STATION MEGASPEAKERS BLARING OUT 'WILL THE CUTE PASSENGER WITH DARK HAIR, CUTE GLASSES AND A NEWSPAPER FROM NORTHBOUND TRAIN 31 PLEASE LEAVE THEIR NAME AND NUMBER ON A NOTE AT THE CUSTOMER SERVICE DESK PLEASE AND THANK YOU'

YES. YES YES CUTE GLASSES OMG BILBO YOU’LL NEVER GET TO MEET THORIN PROPER IF YOU KILL HIM BY MAKING HIM BLUSH TOO HARD

BUT OK HE’S EMBARASSED AND PLEASED AND BRIGHT RED BUT HE STILL WRITES ON THE NOTE ABOVE HIS NAME AND NUMBER “to the gorgeous man with golden curls and calligraphic handwriting” OR SOMETHING IDK BUT HE’S PLEASED WITH HIMSELF BC HE CAN BE CHARMING AND FLIRTY TOO WHEN HE WANTS THANK YOU

OH NO. OH NO CAN U IMAGINE DIS AND THE KIDS ARE WAITING IN THE STATION BC THEY’RE PICKING HIM UP AND THEY’RE LIKE OOO THORIN WHAT WAS THAT WHY DO YOU LOOK SO PLEASED WHY ARE YOU TURNING RED OOOO~

thorinshielding  asked:

trains stopping beside each other for a long time bc of sheep on the tracks au, thorin spotting bilbo first and going 'oh no hes hot' and trying to hide behind his newspaper but bilbo keeps throwing glances at him in between writing in his notebook, cue awkward eye-meeting and bilbo ripping out a page in his notebook and holding it up to the window so thorin can see 'the newspaper isnt going to hide how cute you look today'

I JUST TOOK A STUDY BREAK AND SAW I HAD A MESSAGE AND WAS LIKE SHIT WAT DID I DO WHOS MAD AT ME BUT THEN IT WAS THIS

FIRST OF ALL i lost it at sheep on the tracks au like i had to stop reading and take a minute and come back i love it so much

THORIN U BIG SHY DORK WHERE’S THE LIE THO

bilbo would totally do this there isn’t a doubt in my mind and thorin turns RED and i can imagine him doing this lil smile but still being embarrassed as well as pleased and his shoulders hunch a bit and he like turns his face a bit into his shoulder but only a little bit bc he wants to look back at this cute man on the other train who is flirting with him??

AND BILBO IS SO PLEASED like aw yeah not only is this man cute as heck he is clearly a big softy nerd just how i like em

AND I BET HE WOULD WRITE HIS NUMBER DOWN ON THE PAPER AND WINK AS THE TRAINS START MOVING AND THORIN SCRAMBLES TO GET IT DOWN IN TIME

yeah he totally texts bilbo like asap and they text back and forth for the rest of the ride and bilbo definitely asks him out

this is my favorite idea and i want to write this SO BAD bless u for sending me this

heckofabecca  asked:

So I have two questions. One is, are there lions in Westeros (native or otherwise-- because if not native, how do you get the Lannister sigil unless it was brought over from Essos...)? Two is, are there domesticated lions in Casterly Rock (please say yes)? I hope you're having a great week :)

Hi heckofabecca! Yes, lions are native to Westeros! Lions have lived in Westeros since the Dawn Age and they were (so the tales say) integral to the founding of House Casterly, the predecessor of House Lannister:

Legend tells us the first Casterly lord was a huntsman, Corlos son of Caster, who lived in a village near to where Lannisport stands today. When a lion began preying upon the village’s sheep, Corlos tracked it back to its den, a cave in the base of the Rock. Armed only with a spear, he slew the lion and his mate but spared her newborn cubs— an act of mercy that so pleased the old gods (for this was long before the Seven came to Westeros) that they sent a sudden shaft of sunlight deep into the cave, and there in the stony walls, Corlos beheld the gleam of yellow gold, a vein as thick as a man’s waist.

Leaf spoke of the lions in ADWD,

The gods gave us long lives but not great numbers, lest we overrun the world as deer will overrun a wood where there are no wolves to hunt them. That was in the dawn of days, when our sun was rising. Now it sinks, and this is our long dwindling. The giants are almost gone as well, they who were our bane and our brothers. The great lions of the western hills have been slain, the unicorns are all but gone, the mammoths down to a few hundred. The direwolves will outlast us all, but their time will come as well. In the world that men have made, there is no room for them, or us.

(When it says ”great lions,” I desperately hope we’re talking about huge prehistoric cave lions. If the Starks can have monstrously huge prehistoric wolves, I want the nightmarish prehistoric lions.)

And GRRM has commented that some lions still exist:

Q: We have never had a POV near Casterly Rock. Can you tell me more about the lions of Westeros? Are any still around?

GRRM: A few survive in the outlying hills. For the most part, they have been hunted down. In antiquity, they actually made dens in the rock itself.

What I like to take away from this is that the Kings and Lords of the Rock said “Fuck boar, we want some real hunting,” and they went on safari as a hobby and in typical Lannister fashion they overdid it and hunted these monster lions to near extinction. (Or maybe there weren’t safaris, maybe just as the population of the Westerlands grew and the lions were killing livestock, farmers hunted them down, etc, but I like my safari explanation better. I wanna see the trophy room at Casterly Rock.) 

Tytos kept caged lions at Casterly Rock:

Cersei paced her cell, restless as the caged lions that had lived in the bowels of Casterly Rock when she was a girl, a legacy of her grandfather’s time. She and Jaime used to dare each other to climb into their cage, and once she worked up enough courage to slip her hand between two bars and touch one of the great tawny beasts. She was always bolder than her brother. The lion had turned his head to stare at her with huge golden eyes. Then he licked her fingers. His tongue was as rough as a rasp, but even so she would not pull her hand back, not until Jaime took her by the shoulders and yanked her away from the cage. "Your turn,“ she told him afterward. “Pull his mane, I dare you.” He never did. I should have had the sword, not him.

But I don’t think they were tame. The lions were probably used as blood sport, to entertain the Lannister court, similar to bear and dog fighting in Westeros. I like to imagine that prisoners condemned to death were thrown into the Lion Pit as well, gladiator-style. I’m not sure if the lions were part of a menagerie like the Royal Menagerie at the Tower of London (fwiw, when people are doing real-world regional comparisons, House Lannister / the Westerlands are often compared to England). I’m guessing that when the caged lions of Cersei’s childhood died, they weren’t able to hunt down any to replace them, since they’re so rare in the westerlands now. 

khuzduel  asked:

yeah but what if thorin has to wear glasses (theyre in his bag) and he has to squint to read bilbo's messages (tbh this makes the fact that he was pretending to read the paper funnier tbh bc when bilbo finds out he has to wear them it will just be truly adorable) and he has a moment of "is my eyesight really bad or is he fliritng"

imagine thorin runs into bilbo at Wellington trainstation and he has fili and kili with him (theyre catching the train to thorins bc theyre staying for the weekend) and thorin stutters out a hello and bilbo smiles gently at him before asking if these two handsome gentlemen are fili and kili?and they nod and then at the same time they ask “ARE YOU THE MAN MAKING UNCLE BLUSH AND SMILE? YES? GOOD. UNCLE TOLD US ABOUT YOU” *cue thorin blushing*

KHKJDHgjkhdGDKG BILBO HAS HIS READING GLASSES TOO (THEY BOTH HAVE A THING FOR GLASSES HOHO) 

CUE FILI AND KILI DRAPING THEIR ARMS OVER BILBO AND DRAGGING HIM TO THE SIDE FOR THE ‘THORIN IS A MOODY GRUMP IN THE MORNINGS AND HE LIKES HIS COFFEE BLACK’ AND 'IF YOU BREAK HIS HEART WE WILL HURT YOU’ TALK, AND BILBO GETTING MILDLY WORRIED