steep mountains

BAnze Osterman

Observing the sky

The valley so exceptional that it defines people’s characters.

For us it is not a valley, it is The Valley. It is the place of freedom, looseness, inspiration and joy. Combining everything a man needs; pristine steep rivers, shear mountain slopes, rock walls, countless trails, unspoiled nature and good friends. We find it hard not to visit it every weekend.

Situated at a sunny side of Alps it possesses a distinct atmosphere that brings people to sane and together.

A “Bendy and the Ink Machine” Theory: Why Bendy is so Resentful

The first thing everyone thinks of when they see the art and characters of “Bendy and the Ink Machine” are the classic, old-school Disney characters, especially Mickey Mouse. And how could they not? The designs are meant to reflect the style of animation from the late 1910′s to the early 1940′s.

However, in looking at some of the old-school animations, I’ve noticed an animation studio that’s even more similar to the fictional one in the Ink Machine, and that’s Fleischer Studios.

Fleischer Studios is mostly known as the company who created classic characters such as Koko the Clown, Popeye the Sailor, and Betty Boop. Back in the early decades of animation, the Fleischer cartoons were considered revolutionary. It was this very studio that patented the style of rotoscope animation, and had their characters jump off the canvas and into the real world, giving the cartoons new life.

One of the most popular Max Fleischer cartoon series was known as “Out of the Inkwell”, which primarily featured Koko the Clown and, later on, Betty Boop as well. The characters seemed to live in the inkwell until the animator drew them out at the start of an episode, or they’d find a way to escape the inkwell on their own.

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What followed the majority of the time (I’ve only seen two of the many, many episodes where this wasn’t the case) was the animator causing the character direct, deliberate pain, or putting them in dangerous situations.

In “False Alarm”, Koko rolled a cigarette for Max Fleischer, visibly took extra care to make sure it was well-rolled and the best he could make it, and tossed it right into the animator’s mouth. Max then lit a match, lit the cigarette, and threw the still-burning match into Koko’s paper world. In “Bedtime”, Max drew Koko onto a steep, dangerous mountain with only a small area to stand on at the top, as a way to “keep [him] quiet for the night”, and later forced Koko back into the inkwell because he had a nightmare about the character. 

Yes. Koko, through no fault of his own, was crammed back into a tiny inkwell, because the animator had a dream about him. Of course, Koko would get into his share of shenanigans from time to time, as cartoons generally do, but most of this treatment was either completely unearned, or was punishment taken too far.

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Now, considering the fact that Bendy’s cartoons are probably silent cartoons made in the same era as “Out of the Inkwell”, it wouldn’t come as a surprise to me if Henry and the Sillyvision staff treated Boris and Bendy in the exact same way, believing “Oh, they’re just cartoons, it’s not really hurting them,” while unaware that Bendy and Boris were sentient creations. It seems likely, especially with how fed up the employee in the tape recording sounded, that the studio took their frustrations out on the cartoon characters.

And, if Bendy and co. were promised better treatment that was never received, you can bet they’d be livid about the fact that…

Edit: My friend @greenbloodfurlife​ made another very good point: the Creators are literally God to these cartoons. There’s no way around that. The cartoons try to please their God, and they respond with malevolence? Not just like, God with the flood, but your God, that you can see and talk to face to fucking face, laughing as he tries to actively torture and/or kill you. 


Robbinsville High School sits in a small gap in the Smoky Mountains of North Carolina. Green slopes dotted with cattle hug in around the school before they rise into a thick cover of pine trees.

David Matheson is the principal here. And he’s the only high school principal in the state who still performs corporal punishment. At Robbinsville, corporal punishment takes the form of paddling - a few licks on the backside Matheson delivers with a long wooden paddle.

North Carolina state law describes corporal punishment, as “The intentional infliction of physical pain upon the body of a student as a disciplinary measure.”

Robbinsville High School’s policy allows students to request a paddling in place of in-school-suspension, or ISS. Last year, 22 students chose it.

“Most kids will tell you that they choose the paddling so they don’t miss class,” Matheson says.

Where Corporal Punishment Is Still Used In Schools, Its Roots Run Deep

Photos: Mike Belleme for NPR

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189. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.” J. LETO

“Come on!” Jared yells up at me from the bottom of the stairs. 

“I’ve got a lot of stuff, I am coming though!” I yell right back.

I hear him run up the stairs and he stops when he sees me, he lets out a laugh and pinches the bridge of his nose, “We aren’t camping out, we are just going for a hike.” He laughs again.

He comes to my side and takes the large backpack off my back and takes the duffle bag off my shoulder, I let out a sigh of defeat.

“What if we get hungry? Or hurt? I have a full first aid kit in there.” I motion to the slumped over backpack.

“I’ve got a few snacks, we will not be gone that long and it’s a hiking trail, you won’t get hurt.” He grabs my arm and I follow him down the stairs. 

We get in his car and he occasionally laughs at my overpacking as we drive to the middle of nowhere. I have never been hiking or camping or anything like that, I grew up in the city and I stayed there. Jared had been wanting me to go hiking with him and his few friends for a while now but I figured I would embarrass myself so I turned him down each time until I finally told him I’ll go with just him for the first time and after that I’ll consider going with a group. 
So, thats where we are now. 

We pull up in a designated parking area and it’s pretty empty. I can see a few different trail start out and then they wind up into the mountains, the view is incredible though and the colors of the mountains are far better in person than any of Jared’s pictures. 
I take a deep breath in and it’s almost like I can taste the air, it’s like being in a whole new world.

“Beautiful.” I whisper out and I look over at Jared. 

His eyes are dark and low, he is breathing heavy already and I can tell exactly what he is thinking but I chose to ignore it. 

“Let’s get going! I wanna see the view from the top!” I grab onto his hand and head to one of the trails with a green arrow. 

We begin our hike, it starts out pretty easy. Jared is pointing out different plants and some few animals we see, he tells me a few stories from the hikes he goes on with his friends and I can only imagine how steep those mountains get. 
Jared rubs my back a few time as we make our way up and continue on our conversation, he lets me in on what he wants the next album to be like and the sounds he is looking for, where he wants to tour and how he wants me to go with. 
We finally reach the top of the mountain about an hour later, I take in a deep breath trying to hide the fact that I’m out of breath. Jared hands me a bottle of water and i take a few sips before walking closer to the edge with him. 
I grip his hand tighter than normal, but I soon ease up and the view becomes overwhelming.
I can’t see a single person from the height but I can see the tops of the trees, I can hear the wind wresting with the branches and leaves and I close my eyes waiting for it to hit my skin. 

“Wow.” I breathe  out. 

“Yeah.” he whispers back and wraps his hand around my waist. 

I lean in close to him and rest my head on his shoulder as we stand there looking out above the trees. 
His hand runs up and down my sides and he squeezes me closer, I let out a slight grunt and he laughs in reply. 
He uses his other hand and lifts my chin so I am looking into his bright blue eyes, he leans in close enough for me to feel his breath against my lips and I close my eyes waiting for him to make the final move.
He does, his soft lips press against mine and like always a shiver runs through my body. It never fails when he kisses me. 
He trails his fingers slowly down my neck, over my collarbone, over my chest and down my stomach, he dips his fingers in the waistband of my leggings and waits there. 
He goes to pull away from out kiss and I bite his bottom lip before he gets away, I open my eyes and watch a small smirk appear on his face. 
His gaze meets mine and his eyes are much darker now, his gestures and more rough. 

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.” I whisper against his lips.

He leans in towards my neck and I extend it in the opposite direction giving him more room, his tongue touches my skin first as he rolls circles over the same spot before sucking that same spot between his lips. 

“Who said anything about a bed.” He gently bites down and I can’t help but moan in response, he bites down a little harder and I grab onto his hand that is resting at the waist on my leggings and push his hand further down. 

I can feel him smile against my neck as his teeth release me, his hand digs deeper into my pants until his fingers are pressing against my clit. 

“No underwear huh?” He kisses my lips harder this time.

I part my lips and his tongue gladly slides in, our tongues roll over each others and his finger runs circles against my clit. The more our kiss builds the more pressure he adds and I moan into his mouth and he groans back, his hips press against my leg and I can feel how hard he is already. 
I reach my hand down into his pants and begin stroking his growing member, he groans quietly into my ear and I can feel myself get wetter from the sound. 
He slides one finger in and I dig my nails into his shoulder, I stumble back a few steps and he quickly takes his hand away and grabs my waist. 

“You ok?” A smile appears on his face. 

I nod quietly and he guides me backwards until I’m against a large boulder, his hands slip down the sides of my leggings pulling them down to my ankles. 

“Jared.” I whisper and he looks up at me, “What if someone sees us!” I scan the area before looking back down at him. 

He runs his fingers up and down my slit and I bite back a moan watching him, “No one ever comes on these trails and we will be able to hear them.” He places a kiss on my slit, “As long as you’re quiet that is.” 

Before I can answer his tongue is pressing inside me and I lean my head back against the boulder, my one hand grabs onto the boulder and the other tangles in his hair below me. 
He begins flicking his tongue over my clit and I let out a moan louder than expected, he lets out a laugh against me and the vibrations run through my body letting another loud moan echo through the mountain. 
He places his thumb against my clit and he comes back up to kiss me, his tongue enters my mouth and he groans knowing I can taste myself. 

“Lets see how fast my little slut can get me off.” He turns me around and presses himself against me.

I place my forearms against the boulder and arch my back giving him a perfect angle, he grabs a fist full of my hair and tugs it back creating a deeper arch. I let a scream that I cut short by biting down on my bottom lip as he rams himself in me. 
He holds himself steady for a second trying to let me adjust to his width, he pulls out and slides in slower this time. Feeling every inch of him move in and out of me with each thrust he gives I moan back. 
His other hand gripping my waist while he keeps a firm tug on my hair, his thrusts are hard and constant. 

“Fuck, you are so wet!” He groans out as he keeps pounding his hips against me. 

He moves his hand from my hips to my shoulder creating less of a movement, every thrust he gets deeper and I can feel myself dripping down my leg. 

“Daddy!” I moan out as my words are hiccuped with his movements.

I begin to massage my clit as I feel my orgasm approaching, he can feel my tighten around him and he moans loudly into my back.
I scream out to him again and he covers my mouth and pulls harder on my hair, I close my eyes tight and scream out against his hand. 
I feel my hips jerk uncontrollably against him as my orgasm works through me and I can feel him pulsing inside of me.
He bites into my back as he finishes his high and he slowly pulls out of me. 

“Fuck.” I whisper as I rest forward against the boulder.

He stands back and adjusts himself back in his pants and then he kisses the backs of my thighs before pulling my leggings back up. 
I turn around and lean back, I close my eyes and shake my head with a slight laugh.

“What?” Jared questions and kisses my forehead.

“We have to walk back down.” I laugh a little harder. 

“We didn’t think this through but I’ll carry you if I have to.” He laughs with me.

I groan as I stand up and come to his side, he wraps his arm around my waist as we cautiously make our way back down the mountain. His grip on my waist tightens as my knees occasionally give out in the steeper parts, we both laugh and he kisses my temple each time as a sorry. 

“We make it down this mountain in one piece and I’ll make you any meal you want for dinner tonight.” He groans as he catches me as my foot slips.

I laugh out of embarrassment, “Pancakes. My last meal, I want pancakes.”

“You got it baby girl.” Another laugh escapes his lips as he catches me from slipping again.

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23.03.2017 Kotohira/Iya Valley

One of my acquaintances was kind enought to drive around Shikoku with us. First stop was Konpirasan shrine, which is close to the guesthouse I often stayed at. It’s very famous among the tourists here.

After managing to get up some stairs, Ida and I already gave up, since we had no breakfast so far. I was sure this shrine wouldn’t be that pretty that it’s worth it to use all the energy I had left. We decided to appriciate the nice view for a moment and search for a place to eat Udon. That’s what you do here: eat Udon and be happy about it. Afterwards I continued to explore something which was on my list for a while now:  Kanamaruza Kabuki Theater

Because of a book and also a Manga I got kinda interested in this form of Japanese theater years ago. In 2014 I managed to see a Kabuki play at the Kabuki-za in Ginza, which was incredible and impressive, and also heared about this theater in Kotohira for the first time. Built in 1835 it’s the oldest surviving kabuki playhouse in Japan. Admission will be 500 yen, but one of the staffs will show you around explaining the most important aspects about this place. Unfortunately it’s all in Japanese, but I was able to understand roughly what he was telling us. This place is so impressive and whoever is arround: just go and visit it!

An area where it’s better to go around by car is definitely the Iya Valley, which was the main destination of this day. It’s a mountainous valley in the heart of Shikoku characterized by steep mountain slopes and deep rocky gorges which were traditionally crossed by vine bridges. We visited Kazurabashi, one of those brides. It will remind you a little bit about Indiana Jones, but it’s not as scary as most japanese girls in front of us said it is the whole time. 

After crossing the bridge you can go left and find a nice, pretty waterfall and even walk further into nature. That day was too cold for us to go any further and we just made it to today’s Airbnb in Miyoshi.

Since our host had to work until midnight, we could just help ourselves and spent a relaxing evening under the Kotatsu inside his house. Airbnb is a great experience to have a look into daily lifes in Japan instead of isolating yourself staying at hotels or hostels. 

Today’s calendar:
Weather: cloudy, cold and rainy
Distance: Zentsuji over Kotohira and Iya Valley to Myoshi
Steps: 10,440 (7.41km)
Accommodation: Airbnb

Positive: A food party under a Kotatsu after exploring the beauty of Shikoku
Negative: Nothing

Care For Her (Finished)

A/N: (REPOSTED + FULL VERSION) Sequel to Care for the Company and Care for Him. I’m sorry the first time I uploaded this was a slip of a finger and I felt so blood bad! But I hope you enjoy the ending of the story! 

It was all happening so fast, way too fast. The clashing of iron against iron and the roaring of the great orcs that had ambushed the party, the battle cries, the cries of the wounded and the dying, all at once afflicting the air. I watched on from the torn city of Dale as the war went on. As the blood was spilt.

I had not sighted any of the other dwarfs besides receiving a raven from Fili informing me that Thorin had prevented any of them from fighting or getting involved in any aspect of the war and was locked up in the throne room. I had thrown the note aside in anger, wanting to claw my face in anger and scream.

The kingdoms would be ripped apart if they were not stopped at this point, and the dwarfs would all but be overthrown. Bilbo stood beside me now, both of us in silence as we watched on in silence. Before finally he spoke. ‘Y/N, do you think we will live to see another day?’

I looked to him at this, my eyes wide and glistening before turning away, unable to even think of anything that would provide an answer to any of this, turning my back on the fight as I just shook my head. Suddenly a deep bellow echoed across the plains, making us turn back to Erebor to see Bomber atop of the head the large dwarf statue at the gate, blowing into a massive horn.

I looked down in shock as the wall was ripped apart, a magnificent golden bell ringing through the silence that had been brought upon the land before a familiar battle cry came forth. And I watched on in shock and happiness as Thorin came into view.

I smiled through tears as the dwarves began to fight against the orcs alongside the elves and Dain’s great armies. I looked to Gandalf and cried, ‘They’re fighting back-Gandalf, their fighting back.’

He looked over to where I was pointing, his face instantly turning from a scowl to a small smile full of hope, almost like a child, ‘They’re rallying their king! There may be hope for us yet.’

‘Wait-Where are they going?’ I said as I watched four rams, each carrying Thorin, Fili, Kili and Dwalin, climbing up the steep mountains carefully and yet with such quick pace, Gandalf muttering under his breath with a smirk, ‘To cut off the head of the snake.’

That was until a message came from Legolas that Azog the Defiler would be having another one of his army’s attacking from the North, right towards Ravenhill. I stared up at Gandalf at this revelation in horror before he then said, ‘We must warn Thorin and the others. If we don’t they’ll be in great danger once they reach Ravenhill.’

I looked to Bilbo who nodded and set off instantly, but just as I went to follow, Gandalf stopped me, grabbing my shoulder firmly, ‘Not you my dear, you’ll take another route. Just in case if he doesn’t make it the way he goes.’

I nod at this before following him, fighting alongside him before he led me to a pack of eagles that stood proudly upon the ramparts, fighting any orcs that came its way. Gandalf gave me a boost up onto one of the great creatures as he instructed me, ‘Keep your head down and your heart full of courage. Get to Thorin and the others and warn them but be careful, I don’t want to lose one of my best healers.’

I stared down at the wizard with a smile, shaking my head, ‘Oh Gandalf, didn’t you know that getting into trouble is what I’m famous for?’

And with one last smile towards me along with a nod, Gandalf raised his staff at the eagle that let out a shriek before lifting off in flight, the rushing of wind welcoming me into its arms as I clung to the eagle’s beautiful feathers.

I watched from above as we flew over the battlefield, watching as the orcs were slain by the elves, humans and dwarves. I looked up at the sight of the ghostly remains of what was known as Ravenhill, praying to Mahal that the others were okay.

Just as we flew over the mountain side where the ruined tower stood, I sighted Fili and Kili, both sneaking through the hideout of what had been where the Orcs had to been hiding in. I whistled and they looked up instantly as I jumped from the eagles back, landing before them as they smiled.

‘Y/N, what are you doing here-’
‘Its a trap,’ I said as Kili incased me in a hug, instantly pulling back at this, Fili at my side in an instant as well, ‘How do you know this young one?’

‘Gandalf, he told me this placed has been vandalised and ready for an attack from an army from the North that are set to attack. I just had to warn you, I didn’t want to lose any of you. But we need to get out of here right now.’

They nodded at this, beginning to lead the way on to the exit of the mountainside, until suddenly an orc guard walked past us, stopping as it sighted us but was dead before it could make a sound as my sword entered its throat. As it landed with a crash to the marble floor, we ran from the scene as fast as we could, knowing that someone would eventually find the body, but not before I grabbed the sword with a small smirk of satisfaction.

We slid back across the frozen lake, literally on our tiptoes, only for me to cry out as I was pulled to face the one only infamous Azog who threw me to the solid ice floor.

I cried out softly, in a choked manner almost as pain washed over me, looking up at Azog who stared down at me, his eyes consumed with anger, ‘How dare you destroy my plan! How dare a woman like you interfere!’ I looked away from him to see Kili and Fili trying to sneak towards him but I shook my head ever so sightly, only to look back at the great Orc who chuckled at me, ‘What are you going to do little girl?’

I stood to my feet quickly, picking up my sword as I went and pointing it at him with a smile, ‘I’m going to fight for the ones I love.’ And at this, I lunged at him, beginning to fight him. I noticed as his pattern of fighting as we went on, he was slow with his weapon, and slow on his feet as he moved towards me.

I dodged his attacks tactfully, away from his morning star weapon, I knew how to attack him, I knew how to get rid of him, I knew how to destroy him, and finally the dwarves would be left in peace, all of them, Thorin would be left in peace-

‘Y/N!’ I turned at the desperate cry of my name to face a wide eyed, horrified Thorin, Kili and Fili just behind him. But this was the worst thing I could ever have done. 

I turned only to have Azog’s hand clasp around my neck tightly, lifting me from the ground as he began to choke the life out of me, making me see stars as my eyes rolled back. I grabbed at his large hand uselessly, my vision blurring as I just saw the outline of the smirk on his lips. 

Suddenly I fell to the floor, coughing and spluttering instantly as I looked up to see Thorin pushing Azog away from me, Orchrist firmly in his hands as he began to fight him. I felt a hand placed on my shoulder, turning to find Fili and Kili now beside me, holding me gently as we watched the King fight the Defiler, both evenly matched.

That was until Azog pathetically broke the ice around them, Thorin instantly stepping away and allowing him to fall through into the pitiless waves of ice water, disappearing from sight. As silence fell I sighed in relief, leaning my head against Kili’s as he just rubbed my shoulder carefully, Fili hugging us both in a brotherly hug as he just smiled, ‘Its over. Its finally … all over.’ We stood to our feet slowly, watching as Thorin picked up Orchrist, wiping the grime and blood from it with his gloves.

He shook his head at me, bringing me into his arms in a tight embrace as he growled, his voice clearly cracking, ‘You came back … After everything that happened you came back! But that was foolish to fight him you brat!’ I ran my fingers through his hair lovingly, whispering, ‘I had to … someone had to make sure that you didn’t go head first into danger.’

I pulled away and smiled as he just caressed my cheek lovingly, placing a gentle kiss to my forehead. I smiled as he turned away to give his two nephews a hug, holding them tightly as they smiled in tears of relief and victory, all chuckling heartily. But my eyes began to drew awe from the happy scene towards the frozen floor beneath me, sighting the unmoving body of Azog that drifted through the water.

I followed it slowly as it reached the end of the frozen waterfall, watching as he began to drift from sight until, to my absolute horror, his eyes flew open making me gasp. I didn’t even have time to ready myself as I felt the tip of his sworded-arm pierce my foot, screaming out a terrible scream that made the three dwarves and the others turn in horror as Azog broke through the ice, sending me down to the floor in a heap.

I drew my sword just in time as he brought his weaponed arm back down upon me, both of us clashing against each other. I pushed with all my might, growling under my breath as I heard the others cry out my name, but I didn’t turn my head but scream, ‘Leave me, just go!’

‘Thats not going to happen!’ Fili cried back at this, but I couldn’t allow myself to be distracted, staring back at Azog, who smirked, chuckling, ‘You really think that you can defeat me, petty girl?’

At this I instantly came to the realisation that he was right, I knew that I wasn’t a fighter like everybody else, I knew that I couldn’t defeat him, I just couldn’t deny that my arms were already beginning to give in, trembling uncontrollably. I looked to the corner of my eye to see Thorin running towards us, his mouth open in a muffled scream that seemed deaf to me as I looked back up at the defiler. 

I had to do this.

I pulled my sword away from his and gasped as the sword pierced my chest, a tear silently running down my cheek as he laughed loudly, echoing through my ears like a drum. 

Everything seemed to slow down. 

I could hear the muffled screaming of Durin’s line, but could not tear my eyes away from the disgusting animal before me as I smiled up at him through the pain, making him freeze as I whispered, ‘No, but he can.’

Before he could even take in my words, orchrist pierced through his armour, silencing him as he choked, Thorin pulling his body off of me with a roar before plunging the sword deeper into him a second time, a crack slicing the air, indicating that the blade had gone all the way into the ice. I heard the defiler’s ragged breath, cough and splutter, then a definite silence followed.

And thats when the pain began to kick in, making me gasp for air as my body screamed in agony. I coughed heavily as I heard Thorin and the two young dwarves run over, the king instantly taking me up into his arms and cradling me to his chest, placing his large hand over my own that laid upon the large wound.

I looked down at my hands, only to find blood covered them, my blood, making me want to hurl yet cry as I felt the pain beginning to ebb at me, ‘Oh Mahal-’
‘Shh,’ I heard, my tears falling as I cried softly, Thorin instantly pulling my face up to look up at him, ‘Eyes on me okay, your going to be okay, just keep looking at me.’

I breathed heavily as he called for his nephews to flag down some of the eagles, which that did instantly, as Thorin held me tightly, while I cried, ‘Thorin. if I don’t make it-’

‘Quiet,’ He said as his sighted his nephews leading three eagles towards us. He looked back down at me, cradling my face as my tears fell, his hands shaking terribly as he did, trying to keep himself composed,  ‘Your not going to die okay? Your going to live. You just hold onto me okay.’

I nodded quietly, wrapping my arms around his shoulders weakly as he held me carefully, crying softly into his neck as he lifted me up slowly, yet rushing over to the eagle at a fast pace, holding me tightly as he sat himself on the magnificent beast before the eagle lifted off in flight. I stared up as the image of Thorin blurred and focused constantly. I watched sluggishly as he stared ahead, his hair flying wildly in the wind as his eyes filled with a mist. He looked so beautiful. 

’Thorin …’ I squeezed his hand weakly and he looked down at this instantly, his eyebrows creasing in worry as I began to shut my eyes, his voice fading as did my sight as darkness fell upon me like a haze.

‘Y/N?! Open your eyes! Please!’

‘She’s losing a lot of blood, we need to get her wounds closed-’

‘Were losing her, Oin!’


‘Don’t you dare let her die!’

‘Tauriel and Legolas can help her! Let them help!’

‘We can save her I promise-’

‘Come on little one, you can fight this, please!’

‘I love you Y/N … Please stay with me …’

I open my eyes slowly, but squinted as my eyes were violated by the sunlight, groaning as I aroused myself from sleep. I remember the muffled voices that evaded my dream, shaking my head slowly as I looked around to find Kili and Fili not too far away, turning back with shocked smiles.

‘Y/N! YOUR AWAKE! WE THOUGHT WE LOST YOU!’ They screamed, running over enveloping me in a massive hug, making me groan and smile at this, tears streaming down my face fast as I held them tightly to me. I heard more screaming to see many of the other company members streaming in, all crying and hugging me as the two princes pulled away.

I smiled as Ori cried into my shoulder, patting his head, Balin dabbing his eyes as he placed a fatherly kissed to my head, Bofur and Bombur just firmly kissing my cheek over and over again, Dori and Nori praising Mahal, Bifur clapping his hands together in excitement and Dawlin trying to hide his tears, nodding his head towards me.

My eyes flew over them and to the figure who stood at the back. Gandalf made his way over, ducking underneath the very low ceilings, smiling at the sight of me. I smiled at him gently as he pushed through the dwarves who cheered on, taking my hand into his and placing a kiss to it, ‘My dear! Your finally awake!’

I smiled at this before hugging him tightly, his arms instantly wrapping around me in turn, the rest cheering and smiling at the scene between us, ‘Oh my dear, how happy I am to see that your okay again. You had me worried sick.’ I looked up at him at this, smirking lightly, ‘Oh come on Gandalf, you know that I get into as much trouble as it is, you should’ve known that I would make it out of this.’ I winked at him and he just sighed, the dwarves snickering at this, especially Kili and Fili.

However when I looked around, my smile faded when I came to realise that the one person that I really wanted to see, was no where in sight. I found my eyes stitch towards Kili who shook his head sadly, making me sigh heavily. But I raised my head with another smile, the two familiar elves now making their way in.

‘So what about you and Tauriel?’

‘Oh shut up, Y/N.’

Kili and I were now alone in the healing ward, the others having left for dinner in the great hall of Erebor, but Kili stayed behind, Fili promising to try and bring something far more delicious foods for me rather than medicinal herbs that I had to either smoke or shove down my throat to help heal the large wounds left behind by the great enemy.

‘Hey I’m being serious! You two are really good together!’ I say with a wide smile as Kili just chuckled, shaking his head as he helped me tie the new bandages on my arm, ‘I do love her. I know its foolish and that we’ve only met a couple of times … But I’ve never met a woman like her, well an elf like her. She’s strong, independent, smart-’

‘Beautiful?’ I say with a smirk as he just sighs, that dreamy look evident in his eyes as he probably thought of her, ‘Oh yes. Very beautiful. The-wedge between the elves and dwarves is a problem though. She’s worried we won’t be able to live our lives properly. Especially if we-if we think about having children.’

I sighed heavily at this before placing a hand on his shoulder gently, making him look up at this, ‘Don’t worry Kili, I’m sure people will grow accustom to the marriage of Elves and dwarves. I assure you it will happen.’ He just sighed heavily, smiling up at me gently before his expression fell, ‘What about you and Thorin?’ At this I froze, before looking away from him, ‘Its a pipe dream. He’s never going to love me.’ He scoffed at this. ‘Rubbish Y/N, you must be joking! Thorin has his eyes set on you and only you-’

‘Pardon me,’ We both looked up instantly, and I gulped instantly at the sight of Thorin who now stood in the archway of the healing ward. Kili instantly stood at this, bowing towards him, ‘Uncle.’ I bowed my head towards him but he raised his hand at our actions, stepping forward, his hands moving to rest behind his back as he looked towards Kili, ‘Leave us, nephew.’

At this, the young one bow, sending me one last nod before exiting the chamber, leaving Thorin and I in utter silence. The small loving moment we had shared on the battle field were now a memory of ash. Slowly he made his way over, sitting in the spot his nephew had sat not moments ago, my head turned away from him before he finally spoke, ‘When we got you back here, you had nearly lost half amount of the blood that should’ve been running in your veins. You were asleep for four days. We all were prepared to say our goodbyes to you.’

‘Well it seems you weren’t happy enough to see me when I actually awoke today,’ I muttered under my breath harshly before he grabbed my uninjured arm, turning me to face him. His eyes were glazed, his eyebrows furrowed in what could only be described as pain as he shouted in my face, ‘Do not question my actions! Did you not think that I would’ve come to you the moment I heard that you were apart of the living once more? Do you not think I would’ve if it hadn’t been for all the duties I had to attend to to ensure the survival of our kingdom?!’

And instantly I remembered, Azog had been defeated. The fight had finally come to an end, and that Thorin now was the King Under the Mountain. The mission was now complete. That meant that the dwarfs would be streaming in in only a matter of days, it was for sure.

I looked up at him as he continued to shake me, ‘Do you not think that I was in pain to see you in such a way?! Do you?! Do you not think that I thought over and over what you did was utterly foolish!’

‘How was it foolish?!’ I scream back in his face as I pushed him away, my tears now falling fast down my cheeks as I finally looked up at him, ‘I saved you! I saved the one person who has meant the most to me throughout my whole life! Don’t you get it! Your life and death would mean so much more to so many. And me, well, my life and death would never amount to anything compared to you.’ Thorin’s eyes widened in horror at this, shaking his head slowly, ‘No-No why would you-Why would you even think of such a thing?!’

‘I’ve never meant anything to anybody! All I’ve done in my life it helped and served others and for what? To be left in the dust at the the end of it all,’ I couldn’t help but hide my face from, sobbing softly into them as my body shook. Realisation dawned on the oaf, his frown turning into a small gentle smile, ‘That’s what you were trying to say on the boat wasn’t it? Wasn’t it Y/N?

I nodded at this, only to whimper as Thorin pulled away my hands, only to have him cup my face in his hands, staring deeply into my eyes, ‘You silly girl. Your kindness outweighs all, your simple acts have served to help us on many occasions throughout our journey. You healed us, fed us, clean us on many occasions, did everything to make us comfortable! You mean so much to so many. Including me.’

I couldn’t help but let out a sob as he kissed my forehead hard, holding my head as gently as possibly, as if I were a newborn baby. Thorin pulled away to run his hand through my hair, only to pull my back in as he placed a kiss to my cheeks, just beneath my right ear, and upon my neck. I whimpered as he did this, clinging to his robes as he planted kisses wherever he could, before pulling back to stare into my eyes. The longing and love I saw within them was enough to allow new tears slip down my cheeks as he finally placed a kiss to my lips, allowing me to place my own hands on his neck, caressing the skin there gently. 

I pulled away with a gasp, laying my head on his shoulder as I cried weakly. Thorin could only smile as he held me in his arms, rubbing my back lovingly and comfortingly with one hand while the other ran through my hair.

‘Seriously Thorin where are you taking me?’ 

‘I told you it was a surprise! Now whats the point in spoiling it when were all ready so close to it,’ I could hear the smile in his voice as I just shook my head, ‘Thorin I swear I’m gonna kill you.’ 

It had nearly been about four months the war had ended, and the dwarves were slowly coming back to their home. My wounds were healed, yet at times still pained. But now, Thorin had announced and made it official with a small braiding ceremony with the company, that he was officially courting me. 

On this particular night, he had dressed me in the finest midnight blue gown with a neckline and waistline that shone of diamonds, matching his robes for the evening. But he had now blindfolded me with a piece of black silk, leading me through the halls of the mountain ever so slowly as he held me in his arms. 

And what seemed like an eternity, he finally stopped me, removing the blindfold, however I kept my eyes shut as he had instructed me to do so even if he did remove the material from my face. He smiled slowly before leaning in towards my ear, whispering against them gently, ‘Are you ready?’ 

I nodded slowly and with that, I opened my eyes, only to be shocked as I realised we were now outside. But we now stood before a beautiful marble white gazebo decorated to what appeared to be hundreds of candles, all alight, flames dancing slowly in the beautiful evening. There were panels of stained glass windows of all sorts of colours, decorating the pentagon floor as the moonlight shone through them. 

I made my way up the stairs and into the centre of the beautiful creation, smiling as the colours of the stained glass and the reflection of the flickering flames danced off of the diamond jewelled dress and upon my skin. Thorin could only smile at the sight as I twirled with a fleeting laughter. 

I smiled as I finally stopped, facing the man I loved, shaking my head, ‘You did this?’ He nodded at this, making his way up the stairs towards me, ‘I had some help from the other dwarves, especially the miners and jewel experts. We melted down the jewels and created them into the stained glass shards.’ I could only look on in awe at the creation that surrounded me, ‘Its incredible. I’ve never seen anything like it before …’ 

I turned back instantly, taking his palm into mine and placing a kiss to his cheek, ‘Thank you my love.’ Thorin smirked before giving a bow, ‘May I have a dance.’ All I could do was laugh before placing my hand in his and the other on his torso as he led us in a slow dance, humming a soft tune under his breath. He twirled me several times, both of us breaking out into laughter before he brought me back into his chest, holding me close. 

He stared into my eyes loving, pushing some of my curled hair out of my face before taking my hands up into his own, ‘Y/N … I know we’ve known each other for less than a year but, these past few months have been the best of my life. And you have-have made me so happy, so much that I’ve never ever felt like this before in my entire life.’ 

‘Well I’m glad I am making you that happy Thorin,’ I said with a gentle smile, he smiled too before squeezing my hands once more, ‘I can only hope that I am making you as happy as you are making me. And hope that I can continue to care for you.’ 

Suddenly he pulled out a beautifully sculpted diamond ring, it wasn’t too flashy or too simple, but it was simply divine. The diamond was pure and was shining simply in the reflection of the flames. All I could do was stare up at him in shock as tears filled my eyes as he took my hand once more, ‘Y/N, will you become my wife and my one and only Queen?’

At this I just smiled, nodding instantly, ‘Yes of course I will Thorin!’ He sighed at this in what only could be relief as he slipped the ring onto my finger. Thorin just smiled up at me, running a hand through my hair before pulling me into a kiss, cradling my face in hands before lifting me in his arms, both of us chuckling and laughing in absolute happiness.

a/n: Again this is the final version! AND FINISHED!

The damned horse tosses its head, thrashing its tail as it skitters across the steep mountain path. Steve bites back a curse and grips the reins as he tries to get the infernal creature under control. It flattens its ears back, lowering its head and Steve digs his knees in, wrapping an arm around the horse’s neck. If it throws him off here, he’ll probably end up tumbling into a ravine.

anonymous asked:

Hey, Pharos? Can I get some positive encouragement? Little down and out- life's throwing me some real hurdles- and you seem like a super positive Pokémon!

I know it’s tiresome to say, but life can be rough. Things that impact your world can happen so suddenly, or many small problems at once that overwhelm you… You do not deserve the pain you’re going through, and it is unfair to have to go through such things. But if there’s one thing to remember…

You are not alone. There will always be a helping hand around you - friends, family, professionals, even strangers such as myself. There’s always someone that’s willing to lend a helping hand. They may not understand all that’s happening to you, but they can offer you their support. It’s ok to ask for help - that’s why we live in communities.

And then… time marches on.

Time heals most wounds - and for those that it cannot, it will at least make the pain duller. If life has taught me anything, is that time makes things bearable.  Like that, what looked like a steep mountain slowly becomes a pleasant hill. An obstacle is an obstacle, but with time and experience, they become smaller. 

And at one point, you’ll be so far ahead from the problems that ail you at this moment. You’ll be here, but your problems will be in the past, and you will be able to look back and say, “I’m proud for making it this far, despite everything.”

In short, what I’m trying to say is…

If I can do anything to help, then I’d be glad to. Stay strong, and I hope the pain eases a little bit tomorrow.


etsyfindoftheday | gifts for: your boss | 12.13.16

idea two: for the boss that LOVES tea - more gift ideas
featuring: winter earl seasonal tea with cloves + vanilla by newmoonteaco


Romeo, oh Romeo
You are a drunk fool with honeyed lips,
and you taste of wine.
Why do I love you so?

You are a Montague,
and loving you is climbing a steep mountain,
whose peak I can never find,
whose horizon fills my visions,
and blocks all else out.

I will fall onto you, from heavens high tops.
I will fall onto you, and by my grace all else stops.

No wonder I cannot see Paris from here,
your devotion stabs into my bloodied heart.
You are a man too big for your part,
and I am endlessly drowning in your infatuation.

You are a summit,
that I am happy to never descend.

      - YOUR LOVER IN ARMS, Juliet


Juliet, oh Juliet,
You are a wisp of a youth,
lily tongued, Lilith.
Why do you enchant me so?

You are a Capulet,
and interpreting you is like learning every language  of man
whenever I get close,
I lack the words to decode
and I am left clutching at a ghost.

You are the soft peal of the bell.
I  fall under your spell.

I taste you, and it is pure unadulterated heaven.
You are the church steeple,
rising to the horizon, hair-breadth from the clouds,
You draw the eyes of the people.

You are a pathless woods,
that I am content to spend eternity wandering.

       - YOUR LOVER UNARMED, Romeo

two lovers met the end

my best attempt at a masterlist of every chengsey moment in trk

  • ch. 6: henry calling gansey “richard-man” adj;fdkd
  • the slightly disturbing fact that henry told gansey his tailgate was open because he didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that there was a little girl curled up in the cargo space of the camaro….. like buddy what if gans was kidnapping her. now youre an accomplice.
  • ch. 12: “henry cheng stood before him, all hair and smile, his eyes intense.” 
  • basically the mere fact that henry notices that gansey is having a panic attack/ptsd flashback and goes to help him in the middle of a crowd
  • “once, you got me coffee,” henry said. “when i was losing my mind. consider the favor returned.” 
  • one of the things that helps gansey come out of his attack is making eye contact with henry
  • henry saying “there he is” when gansey calms down
  • ch 17: “both henry and gansey were kings in their respective territories”
  • gansey thinking about litchfield house: “to dine in fairyland was to be forced to stay there forever or to pine for it once you left” literally what the fuck gansey
  • “yo, yo, dick gansey” im so embarrassed for henry
  • “[litchfield house] did not look remotely like a place that might host a party. it looked like a place old ladies might go to die and remain undiscovered until the neighbors noticed a strange smell. it was utterly at odds with what gansey knew of henry.” ok i lied, that’s barely chengsey but i love it anyway.
  • gansey reflecting that he understands henry (more than blue does)
  • gansey reminding blue that henry’s car is electric bc he wants her to like his boyfriend
  • henry is fine with blue being at the toga party even though no other casual acquaintances are invited, just bc gansey vouches for her
  • ch. 29: ok honestly………. the whole chapter
  • BUT for the sake of thoroughness… henry calling gansey “junior”
  • henry: “i tucked in the children [after you left] and read them stories but they kept asking after you” and gansey LAUGHS
  • gansey is cagey about explaining why they left and henry lets it pass
  • “dick three”
  • flirting via knowledge of what happened in 1751
  • and yes this is bc henry knows he’s looking for a “test of mettle”
  • “that feeling of being known. not in a superficial way, but in something deeper and truer.” 
  • gansey: “what is my prize if i pass?” 👀
  • “the prize is your honor, mr. gansey.” doubly known. triply known.
  • gansey doesn’t know how to feel about being “so accurately pegged” 👀
  • “am i being kidnapped now?” oh, gansey. you shameless flirt (with bad timing)
  • “this is ganseylike too, yes?” which part? “secrets.”
  • gansey is “prepared to deploy” any combination of his fake, polite responses to heavy moments, but he understands that henry doesn’t need or want this from him, so he can just respond as his real, genuine self 
  • both deeply traumatized at the age of 10?? is that kind of symmetry romantic?? (no but im including it)
  • “do you trust me?” [gansey’s dramatic ass thinks about how he intuitively knows who to trust] “yes.”
  • THEY HOLD HANDS!!!!!!! for a second when henry scares him with robobee but still!!!!
  • ch. 30: “richardman” again
  • henry telling gansey to breathe while literally cupping gansey’s hands between his
  • “be afraid and happy” the quote that defined a generation
  • henry saying “there he is” when gansey starts breathing again 💖
  • more touching, then “easy, mr. gansey”
  • “robobee, find great hair”
  • henry matching gansey’s dramatic ass like “i think we have to decide if we trust each other or not… i think this is the moment in our young friendship”
  • “are you saying your secrets are to my secrets as an automobile is to a carbonated beverage?” henry !!!!!!
  • “magical artifacts, bro”
  • henry: “are you collapsing? are you fine? i thought we were conversing”
  • gansey reflecting that henry is the closest thing to a soul-twin he’s ever found
  • “Get. Your. Number.” HENRY ASDJFKD;F
  • gansey noticing “henry’s wickedly cut eyebrows”
  • this part made me lose my shit….. gansey thinks that, even after all of the actual magic he’s seen, henry cheng is just as magical as everything else he’s found on this journey god help me
  • “because i’m overfull on secrets and underfed on friends” henry :’(
  • again, gansey bein gay…… thinking “henry’s eyes were lively and ferocious”
  • ch. 37: “[henry] had no real way to explain how he felt about trying to befriend richard gansey…” his love for richard is too big for words guyz
  • when henry’s being kidnapped by mr. gray (also fuck you sir, how dare  you hurt my son’s shoulder), he begs robobee to “tell someone who can make this stop,” and robobee alerts gansey, who calls mr. gray immediately !!!!
  • ch. 38: when he meets henry and mr. gray, gansey’s like, “this wasn’t the next step i wanted to take in our friendship”… ok gans tell us about the ‘next step’ you had been imagining then
  • when gansey confirms that they’re officially friends now: “now something else lit henry’s smile. it was genuine and pleased but also something more, and there were not quite words for it.” im gonna take a wild guess and say one word you might use would be ‘lust.’
  • ch. 49: gansey thinking of henry’s “be afraid and happy” advice when he needs strength to go after glendower…. im crying youre crying we’re all crying
  • ch. 51: robobee is basically a lovebee that tells henry when gansey needs him
  • henry using second person “thee” to refer to gansey 👀
  • henry lets gansey drive his car!!!
  • “i’ll watch for cops. go, go, go.” they’re like thelma and louise
  • henry lets gans drive his car along the steep side of a mountain with no guard rail! he must have been so scared but he let him do it!!!
  • gansey: “however do you drive?” henry: “i don’t. you do.” 
  • henry reacting to gansey’s driving… “yay. also, woo.”
  • ch. 53: henry making a b&e joke but definitely also a sex joke that gansey will probably be up thinking about at 3 am for every night the rest of his life: “let us enter, dick, as i’ve already broken”
  • JEONG!!!!!! “we are friends at once, we would instantly do what friends would do for each other. not just pals. friends. blood brothers. you just feel it. we instead of you and me. that’s jeong.”
  • henry suggests splitting up and doesn’t question gans turning off his flashlight, because he’s PERFECT for gansey (me? dramatic? its more likely than you think)
  • ch. 54: gansey doesn’t ask henry to come with him once they find the tunnel bc he remembers that henry’s biggest fear is a hole in the ground (am i crying?? yes.)
  • henry literally giving gansey the shirt off his back!!!! (the shirt he’ll die in ok…. is it weird that i find it romantic that gansey will die wearing henry’s sweater)
  • henry literally trying to reenact the princess bride with gansey like what the fuck?? “we have such few old treasures left; it would be so careless to let them get destroyed.”
  • gansey: “please. please help me.” henry: “i thought you’d never ask.” wtf why do they do this to me
  • ch. 58: henry tells gansey to pull over after they’re leaving glendower, and says, “stop driving. i know you need to. you’ve needed to since we left. get. out.” so gansey can get out of the car and cry 💖
  • ch. 59: henry casually calling gansey “president” as they’re binding adam’s hands???
  • ch. 64: while gansey’s official last words before dying are “it’ll be okay. i’m ready. blue, kiss me,” his SECOND-TO-LAST words are “thanks for everything, henry. you’re a prince among men.” like hwat hte hell dude….. are you even aware that youre in love.. 
  • ch. 66: henry is the one who demands they find a way to bring gansey back!!!
under the same sky (m)

Originally posted by svnteen-idiots

Genre: Fluff/Romance, Angst, Smut, art student!Jun

Word Count: 7320

Characters: Wen Junhui/Original Female Character, Jeon Wonwoo

(a/n): Inspired by BIGBANG’s Last Dance, 2NE1′s Goodbye, and SEVENTEEN’s Smiling Flower. ♡

Paintbrushes soaked in water. Tubes of watercolor scattered across a white plastic sheet covering the hardwood floor. Sunlight poured into their apartment, the natural lighting helping to achieve the perfect stroke and shade.

Their easels were propped up against each other back to back, both of them unable to see each other’s work. They were working on the first major project of their last semester as undergraduate art majors. Their task was to create an abstract painting expressing their feelings towards the future using only watercolors. They were situated next to the tall windows in their living room, the buildings and streets of Seoul in a landscape view below hoping to provide them with some inspiration.

For him, it was an easy task to accomplish since he pretty much mastered every type of medium by this point in his career. Although charcoal was his favorite, watercolor was a good way to experiment with different colors and opacities. He admired the streakiness of the water and how it made the colors overlap with each other to create one whole picture. His face was very relaxed as he dipped his paintbrush in the water and mixed colors together on his palette. He created soft but meaningful strokes on the canvas, effortlessly blending everything together.

For her, it felt more like an excruciating hike up a steep mountain than a simple walk in the park. Her strength came from drawing pieces using the classic paper and pencil. Painting was the form of art where she had the least control and struggled with the most. Pens and pencils gave her the most precision with their fine sharp tips, which gave her the ability to create the thinnest lines possible. Her main problem with paint, however, was that she had trouble letting herself go and having the brush create the image for her. Watercolor was the medium she struggled with most on top of that. Her eyebrows scrunched up together in the middle of her forehead, trying really hard to transfer the image from her head to the canvas. She hovered her brush over the painting and hesitated every time it almost made contact with her piece. She tried to find the perfect spot to place every color, thinking that one small mistake could ruin the entire image altogether.

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So I just wanted to share one of my roll 20 maps with y'all.  My other maps are on my page.  

Castle Yarei: The fortress is built on a steep mountain plateau and stands solid against the barbarians of the north. The tree just outside the fortress is a holy site to the pagans that frequently visit the south. The duke opposed the existence of the tree, calling it blasphemy against God. So in the third year of his reign, Duke Ferdinand attempted to destroy the tree, but after months of work the towering tree didn’t budge. In fact, near the end of his life he lamented trying to uproot the tree. He noted that every time he looked at the tree it seemed to get bigger; just out of spite for him. To add to his chagrin, pilgrims who come to pay respect to the ancient tree may peel its healing bark with ease. So before the duke died, he commissioned a sign to be placed near the base of the tree. It reads: “Here stands a monument to the impervious will of nature.”