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The Fairy God: Prologue

Once upon a time, in the deep recesses of the past there was a young individual who was wrought with pain. Their heart was broken, the spirit shattered, and their faith in humanity lost. That person cast themselves into the desert and shouted to the sky. The sky expected to be cursed, to be chastised, and blamed for that person’s situation. So many before them had done that. But that individual did none of those things. They simply cried to the sky and asked why? “Why? Why do I feel such pain!?” The individual shouted, tears running down their face. “I only wanted to help the others, but even that I could not do. My attempt cost me what little life I have left. So please, tell me why? How could I have done better?”  

The sky looked down on this person in sorrow. The sky knew the individual since birth. All of their strengths and weaknesses, accomplishments and limitations, all were known by the sky. Moved by compassion the sky descended to the ground and greeted the individual. “Person who speaks of such sorrow. You could have done nothing more. Your actions were of your greatest caliber, this dream you seek to achieve is simply beyond your limit.” Stunned to see the embodiment of the sky appear, the individual asked, “But why? Why could I not be stronger? Be better? Be another?” The sky contemplated this, not knowing what to say. But the sky could sense the individuals resolve. The sky as many know, is a fickle being that can become clear as day or storm to no end. It’s compassion turned to curiosity. This spark of desire led to an opportunity for the individual. The sky called down a bolt of lightning that struck the individual.

They cried out in pain, but realized they felt no agony. The ground around the individual began to grow luscious trees. The sky began to rise above the person saying, “I have granted you the ability to change your very being individual! Your limitations, weaknesses, and problems shall be no more. You now CHOOSE who you become.” The individual beamed with glee. “This is joyous news Sky! I could assist the world for all time with this newfound power!” The sky shook its head slowly getting out of sight. “You are still a mortal. One day your body will fail and your time will end. This I cannot change. But should you decided you no longer require the ability to constantly change, you can pass on this gift to another. And they shall have the same opportunity should they choose. Your power shall guide you now. I leave you to your new life.”  

The person could see the sky almost leave sight as they cried out once more. “Sky! I have become anew. My form, my mind, my very being may change! Please tell me what I am now, for I do not feel like myself.” The sky smirked. “You have the ability of the Fae, to perform feats of magic, assist or destroy your fellows, and finally be free of your restricting ideals. You are the Fairy God and you shall create parents that will foster the growth of the world’s children. Do well.”

The sky had settled above leaving the individual with his new power. His small spindly body began to grow.  What was once burnt and bruised skin began go grow tougher, darker, and stronger. The unruly hair that was around his face blew to the breeze leaving his feature clean and sharp. His height grew and grew leaving only his bottomwear standing. He gestured to the barren area around him as flora began go grow in all directions. He would remake this place into something much better and shepherd the people of the world to a better future. Only time would tell. 

Write-O-Ween Prompts: Unusual and Rare Words Edition

As practice for the famous NANOWRIMO, a prompts list of unusual and rare words! I’ll try writing them: will you?

  1. Uncanny: strange or mysterious, especially in an unsettling way
  2. Chimerical: merely imaginary; fanciful
  3. Susurrus: a whispering or rustling sound
  4. Aubade: a song greeting the dawn
  5. Ephemeral: lasting a very short time
  6. Sempiternal: everlasting; eternal
  7. Euphonious: pleasing; sweet in sound
  8. Billet-doux: a love letter
  9. Pluviophile: any organism that thrives in conditions of heavy rainfall; one who loves rain, a rain-lover
  10. Redamancy: act of loving in return
  11. Lachesism: the desire to be struck by disaster; to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire
  12. Rubatosis: the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat
  13. Nodus Tollens: the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore
  14. Opia: the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable
  15. Monachopsis: the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place
  16. Énouement: the bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self
  17. Skulduggery: devious behavior
  18. Tatterdemalion: raggedly dressed person; looking disreputable or decayed
  19. Athazagoraphobia: the feeling of being forgotten, ignored, or replaced
  20. Oblivion: the state of being completely forgotten or unknown; connotes feelings of isolation and aloofness, which lead to the annihilation or extinction of the self metaphorically
  21. Abditory:  a hiding, safe place to disappear 
  22. Hiraeth: the homesickness for a home you can never return to; a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past
  23. Fernweh: the ache for distant places; the craving for travel
  24. Sonder: the realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own
  25. Kenopsia: the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet
  26. Kuebiko: a state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence
  27. Quiddity: the essence or inherent nature of a person or thing / an eccentricity; an odd feature / a trifle; a nicety or quibble
  28. Wayfarer: a traveler, especially on foot
  29. Nepenthe: a medicine for sorrow; a place, person or thing, which can aid in forgetting your pain and suffering
  30. Gloaming: defined as twilight and dusk; the day’s end, the glittery, transient echo when time and nature meet
  31. Eunoia: literally meaning “beautiful thinking” / FREE SPACE
Beyonce is better than you.  Move on.

I am so tired of these Deep White Women using big words to dull Beyonce’s shine while paying the false coin of being introspective on behalf of all women.  

In doing so, she has created a new paradigm for what it means to be a pregnant woman in the public eye — one in which the very act of conceiving and carrying a child (or two children; she is having twins) becomes de facto proof of the power of femininity, doled out in carefully controlled and stage-managed moments. The message is positive: Pregnant is beautiful. It should be worshiped.

The problem is, for many women it is also messy, sometimes uncomfortable and just another fact of life. And in her extended fetishization of her own physical evolution, Beyoncé has not allowed for any of that. As a result, she hasn’t just raised the bar for fellow famous people. She may have raised it uncomfortably high for us all.

(cont.)

How is anything Beyonce does remotely relevant to your average, everyday, pedestrian existence?  She is Beyonce.  Everything she does, she probably does it better than you.  Why?  An innate talent coupled with an unparalleled work ethic that leads to way more money than you can ever imagine which can pretty much buy her way out of having to deal with normal people shit.

Was Beyonce raising the bar for secrecy when she released a whole ass album with six hundred forty-three videos under the cover of darkness?  No.  You just kept on with your average person ability to tell a lie.

Was Beyonce raising the bar for career achievement when she broke the record for the most number of Grammy nominations by a female artist?  No.  You continued to hope for a promotion from bra-fitter to Victoria’s Secret Cashwrap Supervisor and drowned your average person sorrows at happy hour in the meantime.

Was Beyonce raising the bar for marital discord when her sister went all Sharkeisha Nooooo on her husband in an elevator?  No.  You just left another passive aggressive note on the refrigerator about being out of milk and hoped your average person husband would pick up on the subtext and get his act together.

Was Beyonce raising the bar for upper thigh meat when she decided to stop wearing pants on stage in 2009?  No.  You are still spending your average person moneys on women’s fitness magazines featuring rail thin white women.

How is Beyonce now raising the bar for pregnancy because she is fat-faced, happy, and draped in expensive fashions?  You can still continue your average person pregnancy eating pickles & ice cream in your husband’s XL t-shirt watching reruns of Sex & The City because guess what – you are not Beyonce.

Nobody is watching your every move.  Nobody cares what you do.  Laugh too hard in the checkout line at Kroger and slip out a little pregnancy pee.  Wear mis-matched shoes because you haven’t seen your feet in 6 weeks.  Wear a ponytail with a damn scrunchie every single day of your third trimester because you can’t be arsed to fuss with your hair.  Nobody gives a shit.  You are not Beyonce.

Beyonce’s job is to be more glamorous than you regardless of her life stage.  If Beyonce broke every bone in her leg, guess what.  She would be on Instagram with the mother of all casts, some model only previously available to astronauts or some shit, and the Beyhive would find a new emoji to represent her high fashion medical device.  

Don’t compare yourself to any other pregnant woman.  Do you know how many variables there are in a pregnancy?  It’s a wonder any of us escape the uterus alive with all the things that can complicate gestation.  But it’s especially ridiculous to compare yourself to Beyonce for any reason whatsoever.  You are taking a woman who has built a fortune on one part talent, one part mystique, and one part glamour and expecting her to, what, look regular?  Give you the personal details of her morning sickness?  Do you also want her to write her next hit about pooping on the delivery table? Show you her afterbirth diaper?  She ain’t Karen from accounting.  This is BEYONCE and y'all need to find something else to be concerned about.

Tokens - Draco Malfoy One Shot (Requested by Anon)

request -  A DRACO MALFOY ONE SHOT RIGHT AFTER THE SECTUMSEMPRA SCENE WHERES HES IN THE HOSPITAL WING AND Y/N WONT LEAVE HIS SIDE AND AT THE END HE WAKES UP AND THEY END UP KISSING

“Draco? Draco where did he go?” I asked one of the prefects in my hall.

“I don’t know, go ask one of the professors or something, love.” The prefect lazily dozed off, going back to looking at one of his trading cards he hid in his robes.

“Everyone in this damn school is bloody useless.” I muttered under my breath, going up the probably 6th staircase in the last 20 minutes.

‘Which way to the medical wing? Do you have any idea?“ I asked a couple of students sitting out in the courtyards. They were some Ravenclaws and they seemed intimidated by the Slytherin themed robes I had on, but they seemed to have snapped out of their senses once I asked again.

"G-Go straight and then take a left. You’ll see a couple of nurses there.”

“Thank you!” I exclaimed, smiling and dashing off to the corridors in search of my friend. It had gotten a bit too heated today in Defense of the Dark Arts, having Draco called up to go against Potter from the Gryffindor house just to prove something that didn’t really matter. Draco had ended up getting really hurt and my heart was broken at the sight.

Unlike other people, I didn’t really blame anyone for this accident. I kind of take life as it is and when it sends to me. I don’t see any logical point in drowing your anger and sorrow into one person. Most times, it just doesn’t make sense.
You catch my drift at all? I hope you do.

“Shit, Draco!” I gasped, running in after seeing his almost sleeping state in one of the beds.

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anonymous asked:

What if Genji, Tracer, and DVa's s/o died in the battlefield and they saw it happen? Like, what would they do?

A/N: Damn, this is some angsty stuff! Fun to write in a morbid sort of way, always enjoy figuring out how characters would react in different situations. Cheers!

Genji:

  • Genji’s mortified, he’s over to your side in an instant. He wants to believe he can save you, that there’s something he can do. You can get a second chance, like he did, you can live through this. He’s pleading with anything that was listening to save you, but to no avail. Genji holds onto your body long after you’ve passed on, his metallic howls echoing through the battlefield. Mercy will retrieve your corpse, taking it somewhere safe, but Genji refuses to return to base. He’ll cut a path through every enemy he stumbles upon, fueled by the blind rage he’s been thrown into. Eventually, his armor will be coated in their blood, his green visor faintly glowing from beneath the crimson paint. He’ll return to give you a proper burial, putting on an emotionless facade while your casket is lowered into the ground. Zenyatta’s the only one he’ll truly open up to about his sorrow, and his personality will begin to shift towards Hanzo’s. Genji will be more distant, he’ll quietly leave Overwatch with Zenyatta and resume their travels across the world. He’d lost himself before, sure, but he’d never lost someone that close to him before. Genji will visit your grave every month, leaving a bouquet of cherry blossoms before the tombstone. He’s been broken again, but this time he isn’t sure how he’ll be put back together. Even Zenyatta feels like something in him as shifted, and he’ll do everything he can to help Genji come to terms with what happened.

Tracer:

  • Tracer’s fast, but she wasn’t fast enough. She watches you go down, time seeming to slow down as she watches you hit the ground. She drops everything to be at your side, grabbing onto you and rewinding, desperately hoping that she can bring you back. She keeps rewinding, over, and over, and over, and over, each time more tears rolling down her cheeks, pleading with you not to leave her like this. Eventually, she just stops, she holds onto your body and just sobs into your chest. No one knows what to say, but eventually she gives your corpse over to Mercy to be prepared for the burial. She’s strangely quiet before the funeral, confining herself to her quarters, only rarely interacting with Winston. Tracer’s an utter mess at the funeral, it’s impossible to tell what streaks on her face are from tears and what’s from the rain. Winston has his arms wrapped around her, her sobbing muffled by his fur, even Soldier 76 appears visibly uncomfortable watching her be this distraught. She’ll still stay with Overwatch, it’s her family, but something about her changes a little. The chipper attitude returns, but occasionally a crack will appear. She spends a lot of time talking with Mercy and Winston about what happened, how she couldn’t save you. She’ll visit the grave every single day; mourning, just chatting to the grave, reminiscing over the memories you had together. No one should have to go through what she did, and she promises she’ll never let it happen to anyone else.

D.va:

  • D.va doesn’t notice immediately, thinking you just took a bad hit and need a medic. She’ll make her way over to you once the battle is over, expecting to cheerfully reminisce over the battle with you. Mercy’s distant stare instantly tells her that something is wrong, and she’s out of her meka before she even sees you. Tears roll down her cheeks as she watches your still body, hoping for you to come back to live, somehow. D.va’s known loss from the Omnic Crisis, but it never felt as personal as this. She’ll sob as Mercy comforts her, making sure she doesn’t see the medics take your body away, she’s still so young. The funeral is soon after, it’s a quiet affair, D.va just stares at your coffin wordlessly, attempting to put on a brave face in public. The rest of the Overwatch team is with her constantly, she’ll spend a lot of time with Lucio and Tracer, each of them trying to cheer her up. She’ll take a break from streaming for a very long time, she needs some time to herself, and certainly won’t be as extroverted as she once was. D.va will visit your grave frequently, trying to stop by at least once a week. She feels guilty about what happened, wondering if there’s something she could’ve done to save her player two.

the 1st House
The physical birth into the world.  Where the world comes to see someone, the mask worn or the authentic self (depending on what placements project outward in the horoscope.)

the 2nd house
We exist physically (1st house) now “groundwork” is needed.  The resources compiled, how it is spent, what becomes possessed, what is actually valued.  

the 3rd house
Conscious thought and understanding beyond the physical inception (1st house) and planting feet (2nd house.)  The immediate environment and how one interacts, responds and comes to think about things.  Early education and interactions with people immediately around.

the 4th house
How someone comes to know themselves internally.  What feels like home, makes one feel secure and what the basis someone draws from before they go out into the world (To Midheaven.)  Can be seen as “i think (3rd house) therefore I am. It is the gateway to beginning to establish a real identify for oneself.

the 5th House
How we create with what we have.  Taking personal values (2nd house), mental thought and stimulation (3rd house) and how one perceives them and putting them into action.  Creating art, children, love and risks based on perception of what is important.

the 6th house
The routine that is created out of what is valued (2nd house), how we see ourselves (4th house) and getting to work and making service out of creations (5th house).  Gravitation is towards employment that suits how one views themselves internally.

the 7th house
The gateway to others and opening oneself up outside of themselves (1st house).  The important relationships that are formed that complete the "self.”  It is the beginning of understanding how to balance the opposite side of oneself.  Some say “The shadow self.”

the 8th house
Taking resources (2n house) and “breaking them” to make something better of them. Taking comfort and finding more to life.  The house of transforming and renewing; finding intense experience or interaction outside of the comfort zone. Where others resources are allowed to merge with their own.

the 9th house
Taking one’s thought and basic interactions (3rd house) and opening up the possibility of higher thought.  Taking thoughts and putting them into philosophy; morals and belief systems.  Understanding basic ideas and wanting to learn more about them.

the 10th house
How someone wants to come to be known (or conversely becomes known) in the world.  The interactions with the public and ways in which someone becomes widely known.  How one becomes recognized, achieves and “anchors” themselves in the world.  Structure created. More then likely supports the need to feel emotionally secure from the 4th house.  What we learn from the 9th house of greater expanded ideas can be applies to career.  

the 11th house
Where we take the sense of individuality gained in the 5th house and apply to society and others.  Understanding one’s creative self and finding like minded friends and groups.  Taking one’s sense of who they are developing and developing hopes and aspirations to achieve in the world.

the 12th house
The house where everything comes to end (Experience of house 1-11.)  It is the house of karmic understanding, that death is not physical, rather “dissolving” into everything.  How a soul comes to realize it’s greater place among everything.  It is the house someone accepts the greater collective, or wallows in a sense of loss of themselves.  When acceptance of something greater exists it is how one give themselves away for the betterment of all.  If rejected it how someone may “due themselves in.”  May be contributed to fear and personal sorrows.  Surrendering the ego.

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Bought this bottle for my ex’s birthday over a year ago for his birthday. He of course never met up with me so I could give him his gift. One of his favorite whiskeys.
I haven’t really drank in a long time.. tonight it’s feeling like a night to drink.

So cheers! To those who’ve ever been the “other” woman or man. To those who’ve been lied to and broken down. To those who’ve given their all to someone who never would return the favor or feelings. This one’s for you.. may you find happiness in yourself and never let anyone take advantage of you again!