the bearer of the new light

lucifer is venus, the latin word for lucifer deriving from ‘luc’ and ‘ferre’ to create light bearer. venus the goddess of love, was known as lucifer 

to demonize feminine sexuality and beauty was to associate lucifer with evil, sin, and devils. the venus program speaks of a new future with enlightened beings emanating peace and social cohesion. but this is with the innate image of humans being ‘vile’ and ‘contaminated’, devaluing with as human beings 

phoenix pictures uses the flaming scorpio phoenix as its logo. the phoenix project was a study of mind control, now in seclusion “It had been discovered that radio signals in the 425 to 450 Megahertz range were required to get ‘inside’ the human consciousness to allow for mind control attempts. The Sage Radar systems ran at these frequencies, and could be converted into a huge radiosonde easily.” the fish goddess on the starbucks carton coffee cups, she is the “vessel of the fish” being the synonym for vulva, that is vesica piscis, pisces, except you are not allowed real sleep. the gucci label is a derivative of the pisces symbol, illusion 

aries = to arise with the first breath of spring 

Mythic Call

Once upon a time, a galactic council was called and a mythic call was sent out to countless light beings: the Children of the Sun, the Angelic Winged ones, the Sun runners, the Rainbow Warriors, and other Luminous ones from many star systems. This great circle of Light Beings gathered from far and wide. At the appointed nexus, the Love of the Spinning Galaxies, the Great Spirit, entered, gracing them all with celestial light and the following words.

“You are invited to incarnate upon a world where a great transformation will take place, ” began the Love of the Spinning Galaxies. “You who respond to this call will go to a place of planetary evolution where the illusions of fear and separation are strong teachers. I am calling those with the needed talents and gifts to act as my emissaries there, to lift and transform the frequencies of planet Earth, simply by embodying and anchoring love’s presence there. In this myth, you will be the creators of a new reality, the reality of the golden octave. ”

The Love of the Spinning Galaxies continued: “On other journeys, each of you has proven to be a "feeling navigator,” able to awaken your consciousness and align your heart to the promptings of pure love and compassionate service. As Sun runners and torch bearers, you have already demonstrated that you will hold the light high. And so, I invite you to incarnate en masse among the tribes of Earth to assist Gaia and all her children in their transformation.

“It is part of the plan that you will be veiled in forgetting,” the Mystery of the Spinning Galaxies went on. “However, as you remember the feeling of childlike innocence and trust, you will become the harmonic leavening in this cycle of initiation for Earth. You will incarnate strategically, often in some of the most vibrationally dense areas on the planet. To some, this illusion of separation from love may create feelings of hopelessness, lack of support, and alienation. But by embracing your humanness, your love will transform the depths of duality, and your light will quicken the many.

"Your participation on this quest is purely voluntary; however, this transformational shift on Earth is very rare and precious. Should you choose to accept this mission, you will have the opportunity to catalyze and synthesize all that you have been during many incarnations, receiving a rarely offered quantum leap in consciousness. It is up to you to choose how you will dance with Terra Gaia and her children as she completes her ceremony of light.”

So spoke the Creator, the Light of the Spinning Galaxies. And so it was that the luminous beings who formed the countless alliances, federations, and councils of the faithful of the stars chose to incarnate on planet Earth to assist in this crucial event, the awakening of the planetary dream. There was even a fail-safe process built into the plan to awaken these beings from the illusion of separation and the veil of forgetfulness that is so rife upon Earth. The luminous ones who would journey to Gaia’s assistance agreed to spark each other’s remembrance. Thus, these starseeded ones were encoded in many ways with sounds, colors, lights, images, words, and symbols – a vibrational resonance that would assist them in remembering their commitment to the light. It was agreed that these coded clues would appear everywhere: in visionary art and music, in penetrating looks, in speech and feelings – all creating a deep yearning to awaken and become the embodiment of love.

So it is that you, the children of the Sun, are now being bathed in the waters of remembrance, prepared as rainbow warriors to fulfill the promise of the new and ancient myth. By simply anchoring love’s presence on Earth, you lovingly draw down the mantle of the gods, sending waves of healing and love throughout Gaia’s eagerly receptive body. As you emerge in this time, your gifts awaken and empower others. Utilizing the tools of laughter, song, dance, humor, joy, trust, and love, you are creating the powerful surge of transformation that will transmute the limitations of the old myth of duality and separation, birthing the miracle of unity and peace on Earth.

Utilize your gifts on behalf of Gaia. In a supernova of consciousness, Gaia and her children will ascend in robes of light, forming a luminous light body of love, to be reborn among the stars! The mythic call has been sounded. The great quest has begun. Awaken, rainbow warriors, Sun runners, luminous beings from the galactic alliances, federations, and councils! Ancient skywalkers, newly formed in this moment, stand in the beauty and power of your true identity as love’s gift to Gaia. Set aside self-doubt. You are the divine child of the Sun! Go where your heart draws you to share your great gifts. Surrender to the magic and the light. The miracle will be manifested on Earth. Remember, we Dance and Sing here for the One Heart.. 

(The Mayan Oracle)

If our lives reflect what we believe, and the Gospel of the Kingdom is really good tidings of great joy, then do our lives reflect that? At work? At home? In the store?
At the stop light? Are we looking through the lens of a dead man who has been crucified with Jesus, or the lens of a NEW creation as sons and daughters, co-heirs, Christlike, bearers of the image of God, royal priests, perfected, merciful, forgiven and forgiving, complete, children of God, the salt, the light of the earth, personal representatives of God and his kingdom?
If not, we are missing out on so much goodness, and we are buying into the lies of the enemy preventing us from living in our inheritance, and sharing the new of the Kingdom, the crazy incredible things God has done and is doing because we are bound by the fear of man.
The greatest exhortation in scripture is do not be afraid! There is nothing to be afraid of, if we believe what God says about himself, and us as truth.
—  C’mon
Ingredient of life found around infant Sun-like stars

Two teams of astronomers have harnessed the power of the Atacama Large Millimeter/submillimeter Array (ALMA) in Chile to detect the prebiotic complex organic molecule methyl isocyanate [1] in the multiple star system IRAS 16293-2422. One team was co-led by Rafael Martín-Doménech at the Centro de Astrobiología in Madrid, Spain, and Víctor M. Rivilla, at the Osservatorio Astrofisico di Arcetri in Florence, Italy; and the other by Niels Ligterink at the Leiden Observatory in the Netherlands and Audrey Coutens at University College London, United Kingdom.

“This star system seems to keep on giving! Following the discovery of sugars, we’ve now found methyl isocyanate. This family of organic molecules is involved in the synthesis of peptides and amino acids, which, in the form of proteins, are the biological basis for life as we know it,” explain Niels Ligterink and Audrey Coutens [2].

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lucifer is venus, the latin word for lucifer deriving from ‘luc’ and ‘ferre’ to create light bearer. venus the goddess of love, was known as lucifer

to demonize feminine sexuality and beauty was to associate lucifer with evil, sin, and devils. the venus program speaks of a new future with enlightened beings emanating peace and social cohesion. but this is with the innate image of humans being ‘vile’ and ‘contaminated’, devaluing with as human beings

Calling all light-bearers! Now is the time to show what you’re made of. Now is the time to unite and shine. The servants of hatred, the lovers of war, and the armies of fear are on the move. But the light of love has always been stronger than darkness. Let love mend what hate has torn asunder. Let love’s banner be the flag that deserves our truest alliegance. The fate of humanity rests in our hands. We will drive back the night and bring a new dawn.
-John Mark Green

anonymous asked:

there's a ring on C's wedding finger at the beginning of the christmas lights / C's new video. she took it down after but you can still see the video instag and twit. Looks like she's married or engaged. maybe, that was what Terry D was talking about...I'm trying not to get excited but Oh my God! --if it's true S&C engaged or married. holly jLJl ljflkjLjlj

Hi Anon! Sorry to be the bearer of bad news but the video is in a mirror, so it’s actually her right hand.

This time, I’ll be reviewing Switch #3 by Stjepan Sejic. Sorry for how long it’s been since my last review. But here I am!

Before I get to anything else, I’d like to draw attention to the cover (seen above).  Here, we have a wide variety of the wielders who our heroine, Mary Parker, draws from. I’ll identify them clockwise, starting with the bottom left. First, we have Una, who we’ve been introduced to before. A cavewoman, she was the first wielder of the Witchblade, unless others wielded it before it came to Earth. She’s not exactly one for words, befitting her time period, and seems to be more in line with using the Witchblade as a blunt instrument than as a tool for more complex strategems. Next we have Imani, an African woman who first shows up in this issue and seems to favor a bow. More on her below. Then, at the top, is Hilde, from the times of Norse mythology, with a hammer. The wielder in the Stetson hat with the overall Wild West appearance and the handgun as her primary weapon is unknown to me, but the closest I can think of for her would likely be Enola from the prime Top Cow continuity, from the one-shot “Witchblade: Day of the Outlaws.” Minato comes next, hailing from what appears to be an Asian country (which one I am uncertain, but most likely before the widespread use of firearms) and uses some form of sword from her country of origin. Lastly is a redheaded spear-wielder from what I assume is Medieval Europe, based upon her attire and, according to preview images on Mr. Sejic’s DeviantART page, a less-than-healthy obsession with killing dragons with it. This small sampling is likely not all of the wielders. In fact, I am certain of it, as Zala the Twilight Empress is not shown. However, the many conflicting opinions are very amusing and give a good feel for how the comic goes, mixing action with bickering in a satisfactory way.

Now then, on to the issue within. Much like the previous issue, this one does not dive directly into the fray. Instead, we look at Sara Pezzini’s love of coffee, not to mention a brief mention of her sister, Julie. In the prior continuity, Julie entered into a relationship with Jake McCarthy, Detective Pezzini’s partner, but he appears to not even know about said sister in this one, judging from how Sara has to identify her by name. Given that this comic focuses heavily on the adventures (and misadventures) of Mary, her friends, and her enemies both known and unknown, I am unsure if the relationship will come up again. Joe Siry, the captain in charge of Sara’s precinct, also appears, but it is unknown if he will have an important role either, especially considering he seems to be more angry with what has happened regarding the Irons City Grid, whereas he had a connection to Kenneth Irons in the prior continuity. On a related note, I love the use of word bubbles in this scene. While there have been dashes on the outside of said bubbles before to show anger or other high emotion in voices, the heart-shaped bubble that showed when Dectective Pezzini took a sip of her long-awaited coffee showed far more emotion than some other authors would, when they would perhaps place a tilde (~) at the end of a phrase to indicate playfulness or lengthen words, increasing their size or repeating certain letters in a word.

When we last left our heroine, she was about to face off against General Celestine of the Angelus Warriors. I have to feel bad for the guy whose car is utterly smashed (along with Mary’s rib) in the part of the fight we enter upon. Still, it was very amusing. When we come back to Una, I was very pleased to see that Mr. Sejic is taking into account that while Mary is channeling the super strength of Una, she is still a “scrawny teenager” and so cannot perform the same feats.

That’s what we have Imani for, who takes up the role of channeled power. I enjoy the look at the different sides of the different bearers. While Una is filled with primal anger and courage, Imani instead projects wisdom and determination. While Una moves with Mary, practically possessing her, Imani instead guides her as a teacher, only taking complete control when absolutely needed. Una’s unbridled ferocity worked for some situations, but not all, as there is no real attempt at defensive measures. By contrast, the first thing Imani does is show Mary how to defend against the holy fire that Celestine projects, then how to create a bow. That bow in particular was something that I greatly enjoyed. I have always been a fan of using powers in unique ways, and the way in which Mary is taught to not only disassemble the threads that make up the three arrows she simultaneously loosed, but also entangle her opponent and even banish her to the plane from which she came without needing to use anything more than vocal commands really shows more of what mystical effects the Witchblade is capable of.

This isn’t to say that Una is useless. As soon as the fight against this more powerful foe is over, she helps to guide Mary in climbing a building away from the police. All that this means is that Una is more attuned to less refined forms of defense, such as running when needed and not in direct combat.

Sonatine’s aggravation never ceases to amuse me. He seems like a man who feels as though he is completely surrounded by imbeciles who cannot accomplish anything of import. Still, he also seems rather kind, for what he can do. He is relatively nice to Tony, his charge, though harsh when he feels he has to be in order to protect him. On the other hand, I found it rather odd that Tony immediately knew Mary is the same person with whom he was once very friendly. Still, this is somewhat ameliorated by the fact that he asks for her last name. Most other fiction would completely ignore that half and assume that there is only one person per first name, even if this is not the case. In fact, this happens sometimes for people I know in my own life, where it is no less silly in my opinion.

The return to Sara and Jake at the scene of the battle had another refreshing addition. While all of the data of the fight was digitally removed from all mobile devices of the people who saw said fight, Sara is rather astute, immediately becoming suspicious of Kenneth Irons, who would have access to the data, and whose city protection grid has failed twice in recent times, both times at these “angel” sightings. Of course, this raises questions about why Irons does not manufacture more issues with his grid at other times to cover his tracks, but that can be chocked up to his apparent egotism.

Following Irons himself discussing how he is in need of adapting his plans to changing circumstances and how he may be visited by one of the Angelus’ agents, Mary finds herself in “the Crossing,” which could be deemed a kind of waiting room for the fallen of the Witchblade, where they come across one another. Here, Mary learns of the past of the Witchblade, including the Darkness and the Angelus, along with meeting with Una and Imani in person.

Imani’s description of the purpose for the Witchblade is very potent, not to mention one I enjoy as a synopsis. “A whisper of SHADOW to offer shelter from endless light – if ANGELUS was to claim victory… a SPARK of light to keep the universe anchored if DARKNESS was to prevail.”

Also interesting, not to mention hilarious, is Mary’s even more succinct description of its nature. “Light and darkness HATE each other except this one time when they LIKED each other very very much, made a BABY, and that baby is now this thing on my hand, right?” Hard to deny that’s pretty much exactly what it is, so Imani doesn’t even try.

Speaking of Zala from earlier, it is in this issue that Mary finally meets her. The double page spread that introduces her in full is absolutely gorgeous, with the sharp lines in many of the pages completely smoothed out to show off the character designs as if they were stand-alone paintings, rather than pieces of a larger comic book. Zala looks intimidating, not unlike Maleficent of Sleeping Beauty fame, and the gray eyes of Mary as she looks upon her are just as breathtaking. I do not know if Stjepan or Linda Sejic made these pages, but thank you for them, for showing just how beautiful the art of Top Cow can be.

Even with how intimidating she is, Zala is not without sources of amusement. She seems to forget that the fact that her name has been hidden from history, as she herself admits, means that a later bearer such as Mary would be extremely unlikely to have any idea who she is, to her chagrin. I am reminded of Maxwell Lord IV’s anger during the Brightest Day regarding loss of memory of Wonder Woman by the general populace. But I digress.

The talk with Zala shows me something else: apparently Mary’s ability to channel the power of other Witchblade users is unique to her. Is that her special skill set, like those of the others? If so, what was Zala’s? Magic only?

After some issues with getting Mary to accept her role as the new bearer, I was actually laughing out loud at her reasoning that led her to accept. She doesn’t care about cosmic balance, light versus dark, or any of that. She’s a teenager, and seemingly a geek besides. Why does she agree? Because she has an actual alien weapon! That’s the kind of thing many a science fiction fan would love to say, even if not to use it. That display of humanity and normality had me laughing for a large part of the day.

While I feel sorry for Mr. Stjepan Sejic’s injury that led to the delay of this issue, I wish him the best. I can’t wait until next issue!

Aquarius - Comfort in the Crowd

Three’s always a crowd for Aquarius. Or four, or five, six, seven; they are an electric lightshow, after all. The more company they have around them, the less anxious they feel. Aquarius and the eleventh house are all about friendship, humanity, groups, socialism, community and collective intelligence Although the Aquarius motto is ‘don’t follow the crowd’, they enjoy being a part of a wider company and absorbing the many facets of the world. Aquarians love people collectively, yet they have a very hard time with one on one. They truly love humanity en masse. 

Aquarians prefer to be with more than one person. They will say, “Let’s go see this person, or that person.” They feel so much more at home amongst a crowd than one-on-one. You always want to say to Aquarians, “Aren’t you happy with me?” They reply, “Oh, I’m happy with you, but let’s go see these guys anyway.” Aquarius will always want to talk to somebody else, and play to a larger group. They are crowd pleasers, but not in the theatrical Leo way, more in the fun loving, playful and light Air manner. Aquarians are so appealing that you’ll always find them as with a huge congregation around them at a party. They make brilliant conversationalists and easily shock, startle and charm others.

The ‘waters’ that the Water Bearer carries are the waters of open ended spiritual energy. These nourish humanity in whole and unify people in the hand held Aquarian way. They work best in groups and like to be recognized as a part of leading them into revolution and the togetherness of the New Age. Exploring the realms of cultural diversity and being in an environment where they can express their humanitarian virtues are benefic resources for Aquarians. Aquarians always run the opposite direction from the crowd-but somehow they always end up in the middle of it.

 Cherry

Anemia [1/?]

Prompt: That tumblr post about the vampire coming across a person with anemia and becoming very protective of them. Anemic Ivan just wants to be left alone, but a certain golden-haired, blue-eyed (usually) vampire has other ideas.(RusAme)

Warnings: Violence, language, a hint at depression, Google-Translate Russian

Rating: T (for now)

***

Ivan was the one who knocked.

The 6’4 Russian man had never been to jump at shadows. If anything, his height and odd appearance had made him more often the subject of caution than the bearer.

However walking home in the dark that particular early morning had him on edge. The orange light of the street lamps only added to how alien the streets of the new city were to him. Ivan sighed into the humid summer air, adjusting his grip on the bags he was carrying from the corner store.

At least that is one nice thing about America. They favor convenience here.

It was about all he could say for the city though. Back home in Russia he’d grown up in a more rural area. He wasn’t used to loud, crowded places. Even so, he glanced over his shoulder as he walked, wishing to hear a cat yowl or a siren in the distance.

It was too quiet.

Ivan started at the loud clank of metal hitting concrete. One of his bags was suddenly much lighter.

“Der'mo,” Ivan growled, looking down to see several of his food cans on the ground now, one of them rolling away. He bent down to pick them up, cursing himself for being so jumpy.

There is no good reason to be—

“Hey there!”

Ivan started again, looking up to see a young man smiling brightly down at him. He was shorter than Ivan but still tall, wearing blue jeans and what looked like a vintage bomber jacket over a white tee-shirt.

Ivan froze for a moment, mystified at the sudden appearance. He hadn’t seen anyone approach. And there was something odd about the kid. Ivan stared stupidly, trying to figure why the boy seemed so… out of place. Maybe it was those impossibly blue eyes. They gleamed brightly in the dim orange light.

The young man held out the can of soup that had rolled away. “Looks like your food was trying to get away! Can’t have that, can we?”

Ivan slowly stood, accepting the can back. “Spasi—… ah, thank you.”

The young man tilted his head, his grin turning curious. “Say, that’s an interesting accent you got there. Where ya from, big guy?”

Ivan felt a slight heat reach his cheeks. He wasn’t one to be bashful, but living in a new place was hard enough without being obviously foreign. He hated when it showed.

“Russia,” Ivan admitted.

“Oh cool!” The young man’s face lit up. “Shoulda’ known. Man, I haven’t been to Russia in a while. It still as cold as balls there?” He gave a disarmingly warm smile.

“Da,” Ivan replied despite himself. Something about the strange young man was amusing.

The boy ran a hand through his bangs, “Cool! I love meeting new people, especially people from not-here. They have the coolest stories!”

Ivan felt his face heat again, though maybe not for the same reason. He smiled a bit tightly. “Then maybe you are meeting wrong person. I am not having anything interesting to tell.”

“Nah, that’s what they all say. No one realizes how interesting they are, I think, until they share stories with someone else. So I always ask!”

Ivan regarded the young man a long moment. An odd person yet something about him just kind of… drew him in. He found himself walking down the street alongside the kid.

“I’m headed for Beech Street,” the young adult announced. “You live this way too?”

“Oak Street,” Ivan admitted.

“Cool! You live with your family?”

Ivan felt his amusement fade. The personal question turned his mood immediately. “Nyet,” he answered a touch darkly.

“I used to live with my brother,” the boy continued obliviously. “He was awesome. Made the best pancakes ever!” He sighed a bit sadly. “I miss him.”  

Ivan found himself at a loss. He didn’t want to pry into the young man’s past. Especially since he himself was not one for sharing histories. He struggled to come up with a change of topic.

“Um, that is… an interesting jacket,” Ivan stumbled.

“Huh? Oh, thanks!” The older teenager grinned. “Yeah, I like it a lot. Pretty badass, right?”

Ivan let a small smile escape him. “Where did you get it?”

The boy’s smile faded slightly. “Earned it,” he said, still smiling but without the enthusiasm Ivan might have expected.

The boy slowed to a stop, rubbing the back of his neck and looking sheepish. He let out a heavy sigh. “Look, you seem like a really cool dude, but I… God, I hate this.” The boy’s good mood fell drastically.

The sudden change made Ivan’s jumpiness return.

The young man glanced up at Ivan out of the corner of his eye, fixing him with intense blue. Ivan felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise.

The street was too quiet.

The young man looked down at the sidewalk, chuckling to himself with no happiness. “I’m really sorry about this. Just…”

Ivan took a small step back.

There was a rush of air in Ivan’s ears. His vision blurred, and his back slammed into something, sending a shock through him. The street light was gone, and he found himself swallowed by a dark alley. The young man pressed against him, one hand crushing Ivan’s shoulder back into the brick wall and the other clamped over Ivan’s mouth.

“…try not to move much. It’ll hurt less.”

Ivan froze. Fear locked his joints as the impossibly strong boy removed his hand from Ivan’s mouth and carefully began pulling away at Ivan’s scarf. The scarf that hid his…

The young man hesitated, concern flickering across his face.

“…Dude, what happened to your neck?!”

A cool breeze brushed the sensitive scarred skin and snapped Ivan back to reality.

He jerked away, driving all his strength into a shove that hurled the boy into the opposite alley wall. Ivan launched himself away from the brick and started sprinting back towards the alley mouth; he could see a street lamp, his spilled grocery bags underneath. His heart pounded in his ears as he drove himself forward as hard as he could.

He didn’t even get close.

Something smashed into him from behind, sending him sprawling. He slammed into the dirty asphalt, something pinning him down between his shoulder blades. One of his arms were wrenched behind him and he growled in pain and frustration.

“That was actually pretty sweet!” he young man on his back said much too happily. “Don’t think anyone’s ever thrown me like that before. You work out?”

“Poluchit’ yebut ot menya!” Ivan snarled as best he could with a face full of concrete.

“Yeah, ok, you’re pissed, I get it. I don’t like this either. And hey, I’ll leave your neck alone; I can just use your arm.”

Through his anger, a pang of fear cut through Ivan. He was helpless. Useless. Unable to stop him… Unable to help even himself.

Ivan swore, hot tears stinging his eyes. He was useless.

“Hey, hey,” the young creature cut in, sensing his distress, “Don’t worry, I won’t kill ya. This’ll all be a hazy dream in the morning.”

Ivan tried to turn his head, barely managing to look over his shoulder…

Just in time to see wicked fangs extending from the roof of the young boy’s mouth, glinting in the dim light.

Ivan’s heart shuddered to a stop.

The large Russian man cried out in pain as something pierced into his wrist and forearm. He tried to struggle away but the iron grip held him fast. He gasped for breath, his heart picking up at double time. Tears ran down his face.

This is actually happening!

A pathetic sob escaped Ivan. He pressed himself into the ground, willing it to swallow him.

He barely noticed when the creature on top of him became very still. Suddenly the piercing pain in his arm disappeared, leaving only a numb tingling.

“Dude, are you sick?”

Ivan hesitated a long moment, blinking away tears in surprise.

The pressure left his back and the vampire kneeled down beside him, holding his shoulder gently.

“…Cuz you blood tastes weird. Like, it’s watered down or something.”

Ivan’s fogged mind swirled a moment. Then slowly a realization crept up on him. He snorted, suddenly realizing what was happening. It was funny. No, hilarious.

Rather child-like giggles escaped the large man as the irony of the situation got the better of him.

The vampire seemed to grow a little uneasy. “Um… you ok man?”  

Ivan sat himself up a bit on his good arm, unable to keep his dry smile at bay. “Nyet. I am having Anemiya.”

The vampire’s now slightly off-blue eyes grew wide. “Wait, you’re anemic!? Dude, why the hell didn’t you say something!?”

“Oh, I am sorry, I was busy being crushed into a wall and then the ground,” Ivan growled, his emotions quickly morphing into anger. His light head dampened the feeling a bit, though.

“Still you should’ve… Damn, dude, I could have killed you!”

Ivan glared at the strikingly troubled expression on the young man’s face. Particularly the touch of red at the corner of the boy’s mouth. Of all the places to find sympathy…

Darkly amused, Ivan let another giggle slip. “I am being very sorry to have worried you so.”

The young man huffed in response, his expression remarkably close to a parent rebuking their child. “Alright, well…” He suddenly grabbed up Ivan’s injured arm. Ivan froze as he felt a cool tongue run up his arm, catching the blood that had been steadily escaping the punctures.

“Chto?! Otpustit’—!” Ivan tried to pull away but the grip wouldn’t yield.

The tongue lingered a moment on the new wounds, the young vampire pulling away with a sight grimace.

Ivan’s lips curled back to hiss a curse, but the words caught in his throat. He watched in wonder as his skin slowly drew together, pink and angry, but closed. Slightly stunned, he felt himself being raised to his feet.

“Let’s get you home, the venom will kick in soon. Where do you live?”

Ivan’s mind was swimming. “V-venom?” He manage to spit out. He felt himself moving forward.

“Look dude, I really hate poking around in other people’s heads. Just give me an address.”

Ivan’s eves wouldn’t focus anymore. He felt his resistance sap away with his energy. It almost felt… pleasant.

“2437 Oak Street,” he slurred, his accent coming through thicker than ever. “Apart-… 41.”

Ivan felt like he was floating. He was pretty sure his feet weren’t on the ground anymore. Everything faded away to an agreeable haze, only a few words echoing after him.

“Don’t worry, big guy. I got ya.”

***

Ivan had only been hungover one other time in his life, and he honestly couldn’t remember it being this bad.

The Russian blinked slowly, squinting at the light filtering through his bedroom window. Dust motes floated above and he watched them, unable to move since his body had been replaced with lead.

Shadowy memories danced behind his eyes. He remembered that… something had happened. But all that emerged from the smog of motion and dim light was…

Blue. Impossibly blue eyes.

Ivan latched onto that one shard of a memory, unwilling to let it go. He wasn’t sure why.

With a growl the large man forced himself out of bed. He shuffled over to the bathroom, splashing water in his face and trying to get the chalk taste out of his mouth. He looked up in the mirror, skin looking sallow and sick in the light. His family had always been particularly pale, it suiting his lovely sisters but looking downright deathly on him.

The brief thought of his sisters sent another stab of pain through him, though of a different sort. He pushed them from his mind.

Ivan shambled back through his room, glancing at the clock. It was already afternoon. He’d need to leave for work in a few hours. He sighed, running a hand through his shaggy silver hair while he debated calling in sick. But no, it was a new job and he couldn’t risk losing it. He cursed under his breath and headed for his kitchenette.

His feet hit the tile as his eyes came to rest on the kitchen table; particularly the grocery bags sitting innocently on it. He stared a long moment trying to remember… That’s right, he’d gone for groceries last night, and…

Everything came back in one horrible rush. Ivan staggered, grabbing the wall for support.

He’d…he’d been attacked. Attacked by…

Ivan gasped, his eyes jumping to his forearm. He brought it close to his face, scrutinizing it for any marks but found nothing. His eyes narrowed, an uncomfortable churning in his stomach.

I remember it… I couldn’t have imagined that… right?

Ivan approached the table like it might be a feral creature. He scanned over the contents of the bags. Everything seemed to be present. It was exactly what he had purchased last night, with one exception.

Sitting among the plastic bags was a very large bottle of iron supplements.

***

Der'mo – shit

Spasibo – thank you

Nyet – no

Poluchit’ yebut ot menya – Get the fuck off me

Chto?! Otpustit’… – What?! Let go…

~ Mythic call ~ Once upon a time, a galactic council was called and a mythic call was sent out to countless light beings: the children of the Sun, the angelic winged ones, the Sun runners, the rainbow warriors, and other luminous ones from many star systems. This great circle of light beings gathered from far and wide. At the appointed nexus, the Love of the Spinning Galaxies, the Great Spirit, entered, gracing them all with celestial light and the following words. “You are invited to incarnate upon a world where a great transformation will take place, ” began the Love of the Spinning Galaxies. “You who respond to this call will go to a place of planetary evolution where the illusions of fear and separation are strong teachers. I am calling those with the needed talents and gifts to act as my emissaries there, to lift and transform the frequencies of planet Earth, simply by embodying and anchoring love’s presence there. In this myth, you will be the creators of a new reality, the reality of the golden octave. ” The Love of the Spinning Galaxies continued: “On other journeys, each of you has proven to be a "feeling navigator,” able to awaken your consciousness and align your heart to the promptings of pure love and compassionate service. As Sun runners and torch bearers, you have already demonstrated that you will hold the light high. And so, I invite you to incarnate en masse among the tribes of Earth to assist Gaia and all her children in their transformation. “It is part of the plan that you will be veiled in forgetting,” the Mystery of the Spinning Galaxies went on. “However, as you remember the feeling of childlike innocence and trust, you will become the harmonic leavening in this cycle of initiation for Earth. You will incarnate strategically, often in some of the most vibrationally dense areas on the planet. To some, this illusion of separation from love may create feelings of hopelessness, lack of support, and alienation. But by embracing your humanness, your love will transform the depths of duality, and your light will quicken the many. "Your participation on this quest is purely voluntary; however, this transformational shift on Earth is very rare and precious. Should you choose to accept this mission, you will have the opportunity to catalyze and synthesize all that you have been during many incarnations, receiving a rarely offered quantum leap in consciousness. It is up to you to choose how you will dance with Terra Gaia and her children as she completes her ceremony of light.” So spoke the Creator, the Light of the Spinning Galaxies. And so it was that the luminous beings who formed the countless alliances, federations, and councils of the faithful of the stars chose to incarnate on planet Earth to assist in this crucial event, the awakening of the planetary dream. There was even a fail-safe process built into the plan to awaken these beings from the illusion of separation and the veil of forgetfulness that is so rife upon Earth. The luminous ones who would journey to Gaia’s assistance agreed to spark each other’s remembrance. Thus, these starseeded ones were encoded in many ways with sounds, colors, lights, images, words, and symbols – a vibrational resonance that would assist them in remembering their commitment to the light. It was agreed that these coded clues would appear everywhere: in visionary art and music, in penetrating looks, in speech and feelings – all creating a deep yearning to awaken and become the embodiment of love. So it is that you, the children of the Sun, are now being bathed in the waters of remembrance, prepared as rainbow warriors to fulfill the promise of the new and ancient myth. By simply anchoring love’s presence on Earth, you lovingly draw down the mantle of the gods, sending waves of healing and love throughout Gaia’s eagerly receptive body. As you emerge in this time, your gifts awaken and empower others. Utilizing the tools of laughter, song, dance, humor, joy, trust, and love, you are creating the powerful surge of transformation that will transmute the limitations of the old myth of duality and separation, birthing the miracle of unity and peace on Earth. Utilize your gifts on behalf of Gaia. In a supernova of consciousness, Gaia and her children will ascend in robes of light, forming a luminous light body of love, to be reborn among the stars! The mythic call has been sounded. The great quest has begun. Awaken, rainbow warriors, Sun runners, luminous beings from the galactic alliances, federations, and councils! Ancient skywalkers, newly formed in this moment, stand in the beauty and power of your true identity as love’s gift to Gaia. Set aside self-doubt. You are the divine child of the Sun! Go where your heart draws you to share your great gifts. Surrender to the magic and the light. The miracle will be manifested on Earth. Remember, we dance and sing here for the One Heart.“ from ‘The Mayan Oracle’ ART BY : Leanne M Williams

The true importance of Castiel’s new storyline

That is: How (or if) his wardrobe choices will change now that he’s got Lucifer shoved all up in him.

I’ve compiled some sartorial candidates.

Outfit: Mark Pellegrino’s Lucifer hand-me-downs
Case for/against: It’s budget friendly, that’s for sure, and the show seems fond of putting its male leads in shapeless, baggy clothing. Plus, it provides some character continuity from actor to actor.
Likelihood: 75% chance this will be his “new” outfit

Outfit: Tailored black suit
Case for/against: He’d look fine as hell (no pun intended) but Lucifer is the “light bearer,” so they may choose to put him in light clothing to contrast with the Darkness.
Likelihood: 30% chance this will be his new look

Outfit: A short-sleeve shirt with trench coat shoulders? Wtf?
Case for/against: Honestly I just saw this online and wanted to share my confusion with you.
Likelihood: Seriously wtf?

Outfit: Casual night out
Case for/against: Another budget-friendly option. They could probably just tell Misha Collins to wear something from home. It’s casual, comfortable, yet says “I’m ready to sin.” However, it’s also black. See above.
Likelihood: 35% chance this will find its way onto Cas’s bod

Outfit: Grumpy Cat nipple covers
Case for/against: It’s not even ooc! Lucifer could reason, “This is the perfect disguise, because everyone knows Castiel likes Grumpy Cat.”
Likelihood: 5% chance these will shimmy onto Cas’s boobs

Outfit: Flaming gold wings
Case for/against: “Busty Asian Beauties” has had its day (and then some) so it would only be fair for “Lucifer’s Lascivious Loins” to have its turn. 
Likelihood: 0% chance this’ll flap onto screen; we couldn’t be that lucky

Outfit: Apocalyptic white suit
Case for/against: It would be a callback to “Samifer’s” 2014 threads, and it would contrast with the Darkness.
Likelihood: 80% chance we’ll see the Good Humor Man again

And finally, the most likely outfit, with approximately 90% chance of appearing…

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this gets to me so much though because you can just see the aftermaths of the war in each photo. we can look at them and pinpoint where each member of the joui 4 is at, emotionally and mentally 

gintoki and takasugi seem the most despondent, and knowing what we do of the paths they end up taking, there’s so much that can be read from their pictures. gintoki, locked up and truly isolated, after fighting a war he didn’t believe in and then failing to save the person for whom he’d stepped over the corpses of so many, from this picture alone we cannot know that one kind stranger saves him from corruption and another saves him from starvation. we do know that he picks himself back up, moment by moment, day by day, building, with nothing but what is left of his tattered samurai soul, the yorozuya from the ashes of his past. and he moves on, burdened once more with people he cares for, would enter another pointless war for. his creation is one of family and friends, who get through each day with such joy and ridiculous antics, because they have each other, and they are alive, and gintoki has found the light to his darkness 

i just noticed, takasugi’s picture is the only one flipped upside down, his descent from the war being so divergent from his friends. moving on (but does he ever truly move on, when every time he closes his eyes all he can see is death and please stop and that moment the one moment that stirs the embers of his soul and fans them into the wildfire of his rage) for him consists of setting down a path so drastically, irreconcilably different from the others, where he too builds with his own battered hands a group of people he surrounds himself with, only their purpose is one of destruction and is fueled by takasugi’s immeasurable rage and sadness

like many have observed before, somewhere along the road zura takes up the mantle of the joui war itself; his reasons for fighting in the war have always been noble, from saving sensei to fighting for the ideals of the joui patriots and becoming one of the torchbearers of their message and purpose. he stands, surrounded by daylight, unlike his two childhood friends who have yet moved on from the darkness before the dawn the sins wrought by their bloodied hands the guilt the pain the unending sadness. and he creates his own group of people who will fight and usher in a new dawn of edo

finally we have sakamoto, peace-loving, clever, bright sakamoto, who may not have lost a beloved teacher and father figure but has survived a war and undoubtedly bears scars of his own (and this is before we learn that he lost the use of his sword hand, the very bearer of a samurai’s physical spirit). each joui member takes away from the war their own message, their own lessons, and are inspired by their unspeakable losses to take on their new paths. sakamoto, however, i think would’ve done the same things no matter what he’d been through. his ideals do not seem to have changed from day one; he remains a negotiator, a merchant, a source of levity and lightness in the midst of such darkness. he will save those slaves and he will create his own family from, yes, the ashes of the people he just defeated with nothing but his beliefs and words and cleverness

and i am definitely reading too much into this but gintama is one of those stories that shares glimpses into the hearts of characters you just can’t stop thinking and talking about, where you might pick up one theme and then realize just how many other aspects of the story seem to be connected. i don’t think i’ve noticed until now how each joui boy is the founder of his respective group, which differs in the source of its members and its overall purpose (to live on, for revenge, for revolution, to bridge and connect), but there is the overall theme of surviving and building and moving on, even if some paths are ones that are forward-looking and others are forever chained to events from the past 

Pick a Card Results 9/15

The Song is a card of awareness, tapping into underlying energies, and listening with your heart. If it’s not rainy and windy where you are, take a second to find somewhere nice and quiet to sit outside. Slow everything down and listen. Just listen. There is music in everything. There is a flow to everything. Give some attention to how you’re feeling and what you’re experiencing. Just observe it. How are your emotions and your experiences connected? Can you hear connections in the music? As silly and new agey as it sounds, everything truly is connected. Relationships break without that entwinedness and they crumble. The same can be said for your relationship with your friends, your surroundings, etc. Find that flow again to bring back that tie.

Things to consider: 59 breaks down to 5. The number 5 can mean travel, exploration, and instability. Ride the vibes to regain your footing.

Oh No! is the personification of one of those days. You step on your cat as you get out of bed, you pour OJ into your cereal instead of milk, your boss calls and lo and behold tomorrow’s meeting is in 5 minutes. Oh, but wait! You forgot to get gas on your way home so you’re running on fumes and only halfway to work. You also spill scalding coffee on your thighs and give yourself steam burns. You didn’t need thighs anyways, right? It’s a bad day. There’s no help for you. This is it. This is the end. There’s no use fighting it. You have to just go with the flow of it and allow all the poop to happen and suck. Fighting all the little inconveniences and bumps will just make you cranky and no fun to be around. Take a deep breath, wear your coffee stains with pride, and put your untied and mismatched sock feet forward.

Things to consider: 49 breaks down to 4. Four represents stability, dependability, and balance. Find balance in the chaos.

The Child is unsurprisingly all about regaining that inner child sense of wonder about things. Kids don’t categorize or judge others until they’re taught to. You wanna wear antennae? Bomb. Need to take a personal day? Sure, dude. Want to go sleep in the park and talk to bugs? Totally. Notice in the artwork The Child is staring happily at a little spark of light. Think about what it’s like to just be light? It’s probably kind of weird but really cool. What about being able to fly? Is your long ass hair going to get tangled? Take some time to tap back into your imagination and allow yourself to explore and be inspired without judgement or preconceived notions. Just experience as if life is completely new. Allow yourself to be reborn for a little bit.

Things to consider: 24 breaks down 6. The number 6 reminds you that you are your own lantern bearer. Find your truths, light your own way. Grow by yourself and with others but not for others.

Season 11 Sneak Peek

For Supernatural, the first three episodes of a season always set what the rest of it is going to be about. It’s time for us to analyze what we can learn from episodes 1, 2, and 3 and what expectations we can have for season 11 thanks to them. (If you’re only interested in Dean/Cas, start reading from point #5).

1. This season is going to be about saving people again. Jenna pointed that out in 11x01: “This job is supposed to be saving people.” But it will REALLY be about the people, not just the Winchesters. Little by little, the codependency will be addressed (as well as the fact that they continue keeping secrets from each other) because if the boys don’t change, their mistakes will be repeating themselves (as Sam said in 11x01). Actually, Sam himself told Dean, “Saving people means all of the people, Dean. Not just each other.” This important theme for the season cannot get any clearer than that.

2. Next time Dean and/or Sam are in danger of dying, they will stay dead. Or at least that was the message TPTB sent us in 11x02 via Billie (the reaper). They also came up with a new place: the Empty. I wouldn’t be surprised if one of the boys ended up there if Supernatural got renewed for season 12 or more. It sounds like a good escape door in case they need more storylines.

3. Lucifer will be a player in dealing with the Darkness. “Joy comes in the morning,” Jenna said in 11x01. Lucifer means “light bearer” or “morning star”. Besides, the cage was mentioned, along with Lucifer and Michael in 11x01. Why don’t I say Michael will be a key player, too? Because we have continued having references about Lucifer, but not about Michael. “Satan” was part of the lyrics of the opening song for season 11. And the song the reaper was singing in 11x02 mentions “the Devil”. So many times can’t be a coincidence! In addition, I’m betting God will make an appearance as well since Sam said in 11x03: “It’s possible he’s around. Closer than we think, you know?” Both God and Lucifer were mentioned again in 11x03 by the angel and demon who walked into a bar. So… more proof, IMHO, that both characters will make an appearance and will be relevant. Another important thing is that there’s definitely a way to seal the Darkness away once more, but of course, the show won’t give us the answer so soon in the season. Crowley asked Amara about it, and all she said was, “I don’t want to talk about it.” Predictable! The Darkness, of course, will have a purpose that is still unknown to us. Her true destiny will become clear as the season progresses, but we still can’t be sure of how evil she is. It seems she thinks God screwed up when he made a world where people have to suffer and die. It’s very intriguing to know what exactly her role in the season will be.

4. Hate and Love are going to be part of the theme for this season, but love will win in the end. I haven’t seen anybody talk about the man on the radio in 11x02? This was said:

H-a-t-e. It was with this left hand that old brother Cain struck the blow that laid his brother low. L-o-v-e. You see these fingers? They’re arched. These fingers has veins that run straight to the soul of man. The right hand, friends – the hand of love. Now watch, and I’ll show you the story of life. These fingers, dear hearts, is always a-warring and a-tugging, one against the other. Now watch ‘em. Old brother left hand – left hand hates a-fighting. And it looks like love’s a goner. But wait a minute. Wait a minute. Hot dog! Love’s a-winning. Yes, siree. It’s love that won. And old left-hand hate is down for the count.

5. Crowley is canonically queer. He had an orgy, but it wasn’t the first one. He did extraordinary things to triplets along with DEAN in season 10. So… yeah. That’s interesting. It’s also very interesting that in 11x02, Crowley said: “Dean was a rather scrumptious young altar boy.” Scrumptious means “delicious”, “mouthwatering” and altar boy could be a slang for “blow job.” The innuendo is very obvious. So much that this is Jenna’s reaction:

She raises her eyebrows in a way that kind of says “I didn’t think you of all people would…” But the best part is Dean’s reaction to Jenna’s. I wish I had a gif to show you his “yeah, well” expression.

6. This season is emphasizing that Dean deserves a life and one of the objectives of TPTB will be to give him one. A life of his own, not one that depends entirely on the well-being of Sam. Why do I say that? “Dean deserves a life,” Sam said in 11x02. “Get a life,” a random woman told Dean in 11x03. Coincidence? I don’t think so! Dean didn’t hear Sam’s prayer, but what was the best way to be told to get a life? The way it actually happened in the scene that upset a lot of people.

7. The Darkness is NOT going to be Dean’s love interest. In 11x01, Dean said this to the female vessel the Darkness occupies: “I’m not here to bring you peace.” Jeremy Carver wrote this episode, and this is not the first time he has used that phrase. In 5x15, Karen (Bobby’s wife) used similar words when talking to Dean: “I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say you’ve never been in love. He’s my husband. My job is to bring him peace… not pain.” (I’ve even talked about this in a meta I wrote back in February). So, Dean isn’t going to be in love with Amara, no matter how bound she says they are.

8. Dean and Cas are going to care about each other again and their relationship won’t be distant (as I speculated in this post). It’s like they went back to 9x10. At that time, Dean had been keeping secrets from Cas. In that episode, he came clean and apologized, but later he left and somehow ended with the Mark of Cain. Now in season 11, he’s finally himself again, and Cas is as well. The narrative hasn’t put much conflict between them. They still have to talk about what happened in season 10. Cas might apologize for keeping secrets from Dean and working with Sam behind his back, and maybe he’ll explain why he didn’t do what Dean asked him (‘cause Dean asked him to kill him if he went dark). And Dean might apologize for what he did to Cas (‘cause let’s remember even Cain told Dean that killing Castiel would hurt something awful). Dean almost killed Cas in 10x22, so that must have hurt a lot. We already saw in 11x03 how guilty Dean feels about what he did. Why hasn’t he apologized? Because when he tried to say something on the phone, Castiel cut him off, and in 11x03, they were never alone. Sam was always with them. Dean and Cas never have deep conversations with Sam around. Do you remember how their little heart-to-heart in 8x08 was interrupted when Sam arrived? We will have to wait until Dean and Cas are alone for some real conversation. In the meantime, we know there’s still an elephant in the room for Cas and Dean, but their little conflict this season is part of their relationship, not something external. It’s not like fake!Ezekiel asking Dean to kick Cas out. It’s not about Cas not having his grace or Dean having the Mark. It’s the first time since Cas came back from Purgatory that Cas is himself as an angel and Dean is himself. Do you remember how much Dean wanted to have Cas around in season 8? All the “I need yous”? All that is still there, but it had been buried because there were always more pressing matters… because Sam was dying, because Cas was dying, because Dean himself was dying. Now all of them are OK. If TPTB intended to keep Dean and Cas away, they would have done something about it in 11x03, but they didn’t. The episode ended and Cas was still in the Bunker, and in the promo for 11x04, the boys will be on the phone with Cas. Even if Cas won’t be in some episodes because he will be looking for Metatron, distance won’t mean he’s away from Dean. Their relationship will be addressed at some point. In fact, their relationship is a quite relevant part of the narrative this season as we saw in the first three episodes that proved Cas is really important to Dean. Dean Winchester worrying about Cas was the same Dean who would NOT leave Purgatory without Cas. The same Dean who said “I need you” instead of “I love you”. The same Dean who, in season 9, acknowledged he was not really with the whole love and… love (and that’s why he couldn’t say the L word to the people he loved). The same Dean who confessed in season 10 that there were people, feelings that he wanted to experience differently, or maybe even for the first time. Maybe Dean “can’t strap on a time machine” and go back in time to fix everything that went wrong, but he can learn from his mistakes and start over. So… yeap… I’m very excited about what’s in store this season!

9. Castiel doesn’t have a place in Heaven anymore. The angels are not his family. They all reject him because Cas has always chosen the Winchesters, and they question what exactly Cas is. In their eyes, Cas is no angel. This continues to show that Castiel will have to choose what he wants to be (as I explained in this meta). And the show literally gave us a preview of Cas’ decision in the awful porn scene. There was a message reading, “You don’t really want to leave!” Whatever mission that takes Cas away from the Bunker, from the Winchesters, from Dean, he really doesn’t want to leave. I hope we can soon get the moment I’ve been talking about for a very long time. The moment when Cas stays because he wants to.

It seems to me that season 11 has a lot of potential. I’m definitely looking forward to all the parts of the story. Destiel is my main focus, but I’m certainly interested in the story as a whole, too. This is going to be so much fun!

Ziv and the Enderman


[3/20/2014 11:49:57 PM] SIRRERUUA (BabuGar): Ziv couldn’t remember how long she had been out in the wilderness. A few days had turned into a few weeks had turned into a few months and had probably turned into a few years. The village she had left was nowhere near her, as far as she was concerned, nor was any other village. If there was, she hadn’t run into it yet. At one point her hair had been dyed blue, but it had long since grown out and been haphazardously chopped over and over again to keep it out of the way. Now it was back to the same black hair it had almost always been. She was certainly in much better shape then she had been when she left, which was to be expected for someone who spent a majority of the day climbing or cutting or mining or fighting or running or all of those things. Brown eyes, tanned skin.

And as of current, she was making her down the mine she had slowly been making her way through for the past year and a half. It had started off as a simple cave; but the tunnels kept going, and so did she. She had lit up and built a basic cart system through the first chunk she had cleared, but after that she made her way on foot. With a simple stone pick ax slung over one shoulder, and her iron sword at her side, she hummed to herself as she walked to the stretch of (mostly) secured tunnel she had been working on the day before.

“Beats the rain,” she muttered to herself, relighting a torch  as she passed before continuing to the coal vein she had been working on. “Always rainin this time of year. Nothin but.”

Talking to herself beat talking to nobody
[12:10:07 AM] Goo: Down… down in the dark of the cold stoned caves was the silence of moving monsters.  Deep down, just out of the light of an intruder, was the silent clicks of bones and the soft hisses of a green beast; the broken moans of zombies and the squeaks of bats and spiders.  Yet there was another down in the dark, a silent being who chanted in soft verses as he went to work.  He was a tall being, nearly as dark skinned as the darkness that surrounded him.  His eyes glowed a faint purple, illuminating just faintly.  His fingers were claws, attached to long thin hands and arms and his legs matched.  His mouth was wide, and yet his teeth were apart of that line.  His body was thing, and you could just make out his structure.  

Yet he did not care of the intruding light bearer.  He cared only for his slow work.  Slowly, moving a block until he found it a new proper place.  Reshaping the world to his desire was his only freedom from the reign of his god.  He stepped lightly, walking with a stone block in hand as he made his way towards the girl silently.

Something of fear rose into his chest.  [Do not look upon me], he chanted in his unknown tongue.  For he knew what would happen when one of these cruel beings looked at one of his own kind.  Death… pain… and sometimes, his very soul ripped from him for their use to find his realm… or to mock his existance and use his power once even as he laid dead or dying.
[12:16:41 AM] SIRRERUUA (BabuGar): Ziv’s pickaxe struck against the the wall over and over again, until chunks of the coal broke free. She continued, breaking the wall away piece by piece until a bunch of it was gone. The womans stooped down and picked up the coal, before hesitating. Was that…? Yes…. something was near. She could see his feet from the corner of her eye. She inhaled slowly, before sticking the coal she had broken away into her bag.

She knew better then to look at them. She had leared her lesson once. She had been lucky to have only taken a single blow from the creature, before she had rolled away under a ledge and out of the reach of it. She had felt guilty when she stood over its arrow ridden body, and she knew better then to ever do it again.

Keeping her head bowed, Ziv went back to work on the wall. “Just mining here. You can keep on doin’ whatcha doin’. Moving those blocks around right…? Yeah… not looking at you. I’m just.. here,” she muttered, glancing slightly to the side to see if she could make out the creature’s form to see what he was doing
[12:27:18 AM] Goo: He walked calmly, slowly as ever.  He wasn’t going to attack unless in defense.  [Do not look upon me.]  Once more, he chanted as he passed her just enough.  Then he stood there, looking around as he held the stone within his hands as if it were diamond to her.  It was precious to him.  One of his claws stratched the surface of his stone, letting the sound echo out.

When she spoke though, he slowly turned towards her.  She spoke?  Didn’t they only destroy?  He stepped closer to her, almost amazed though his sunken tired eyes showed nothing.  We she turned, he placed down his block right next to her.  [Do not look upon me.]  The same strange chant in the same tone… and yet now he moved to add, [You spoke more than just a groan of the dead.  You know how to speak.  Then let me quiz you, why do you destroy?]  Why must you destroy his beautiful world that he is just LUCKY enough to walk upon?  Even if its sun was bright and hurt his eyes, or held the peircing cold of water or the fire hot of lava.  It was beauitufl and free.  So why must these creatures destroy it?  He bent over her, his eyes glowing more feircely now as he waited to see if this creature had the intellegence to form “proper” words.
[12:33:04 AM] SIRRERUUA (BabuGar): Her pick ax struck the wall again and again, echoing down the cave. More pieces of coal crumbled down to her feet, and once all of it was gone, she bent over to scoop up what was good out of the stone. She stayed crouched, shivering at the sound of the claw over the stone. But she hesitated to get up when he stepped closer, and the block he held was placed beside her. Ziv looked to the block, but no higher.

But… did his mumbling… change? She did not understand it, no, but it certainly sounded different from what he had been doing. She pursed her lips. Had he understood? “I hope my voice hasn’t bothered you,” she said, trying to keep herself talking. “I won’t touch that block. I don’t have any reason to. I don’t.. know why ya move them but….” She scratched her head slowly, before sticking the coal into her bag again. She turned her head back slightly more to see his legs. “Why are you standing there?” She asked, slightly fearful
[12:40:14 AM] Goo: Once again, this creature spoke and it was wasted upon him.  He stood for just a moment longer, before raising his hand to drag his claws down upon the wall besides where she had been mining.  He then moved and picked up the block he set down.  He moved and placed it over the scars he left in one the wall and stuck it there before standing back.  He did not understand her.  And he took it that she did not have a smart enough mind to understand him.

He chanted out once more [Do not look upon me…] and then turned to walk slowly to pull out a block from the wall to place it in what he felt was a much more proper place.
[12:43:47 AM] SIRRERUUA (BabuGar): She flinched at the sound of his claws moving down the wall. She shuffled out of his way, before watching him move to place the block where she had been mining. SHe moved her gaze to stare at it, before listening to him shuffle away. She frowned slightly. Was he upset because she was mining there?

Slowly, she turned to look at him. Or his feet, at least. SHe didn’t dare look much higher. She slowly reached into her bag, shuffling around for something, anything. Her hand came to rest on a orchid she hadn’t removed from her bag, and she slowly pulled it out before hesitantly shuffling over close to where he stood. She set the flower down where he had removed the block from the wall.
[12:56:05 AM] Goo: With his new block in hand, he stepped back and away from where he heard her shuffling about.  But to his surprise, a flower sat in place of where he removed the block.  He just stood there, staring at it for a moment before reaching forward with a free hand.  The back of his claws slowly brushed against the petals before he chanted out [Beautiful, to your own desire.]  He closed his eyes for just a moment before moving his huge terrifying hand towards Ziv.  

His claws dropped down upon her head.  There they stayed until he walked past her and his hand had to return to him.  It wasn’t a destruction, having removing the flower… because she just gave it back to the world.   It was beautiful… and his touch was only a simple way of thanking her.
[1:00:43 AM] SIRRERUUA (BabuGar): She hesitated,going to move back to what she had been doing, or down the path, or something… before his claws came to rest on her head. She froze up, tensing initially, before slowly she relaxed… or relaxed slightly. She pursed her lips, hearing the chanting change again, and slowly his hand moved from her head.

She watched his back as he walked away. “…Do you have a name?” She asked suddenly. Did he even undrstand her?
[1:07:32 AM] Goo: He just walked down the path slowly after he stopped his contact with her.  But then her voice rang out yet again.  He turned to look back at her, his eyes narrowing warily.  What a strange being… a strange sound… He just turned and chanted out one last time [Do not look upon me.] before telelporting to another tunnel to give this stone block a new home.

Rey not being Luke’s daughter would be like the time I went to Ozzfest and the bands were fucking with everyone.

Lamb of God was talking about the roadies and how important they were and was like, “We wouldn’t be able to put on this show without the road crew. [pause for applause] How many of you motherfuckers know a band called Motorhead?” Which was basically outright stating that they were about to cover We Are The Road Crew. But then dude was like, “This one’s called…Laid to Rest!”

And then Ozzy was like, “This next one is a crazy song! I want to see everyone go crazy for this crazy song! It’s a crazy song, and I want to see everyone go crazy! It’s called…Mama I’m Coming Home!”

It would be exactly like that. It would be Abrams and Kennedy and crew being like, “Here’s a new trilogy of films about the Skywalker family! Oh look, the main character’s stowed away in a desert just like a Skywalker! Oh shit, she’s naturally strong in the force like a Skywalker! She’s a good pilot, just like a Skywalker! The Skywalker family lightsaber calls out to her, just like it would to a Skywalker! Her name in the drafts and her name in the final film both mean “beam of light,” and when she meets a character about the age her dad would be whose name means “bearer of light,” the Skywalker theme plays, just like if she was a Skywalker! Her dad is…Disco Steve, a luxury landspeeder dealer from Corellia!”

Aquarius: Weekly (Starting on August 10)

Money, power, respect—and a heaping helping of sex appeal! It’s all coming your way over the next thirteen months, thanks to lucky Jupiter. On Tuesday, August 11 the red-spotted planet switches gears, moving into Virgo and your ultra-potent eighth house until September 9, 2016. You won’t have to work hard to magnetize people now; in fact, you might need to turn down the frequency a little to avoid getting overwhelmed by obsessive superfans. Either that, or beam your charms selectively so as to draw in the RIGHT people; something your “one love” sign can struggle with at times. And by “right” we mean people who are creative, accomplished and bubbling over with life force energy. Birds of a feather have gotta flock together, after all. Jupiter is all about learning and exploration. You could become a tantric master or kundalini yoga devotee; even signing up for teacher training in a field you love. Or, maybe you’ll finally play out one of your secret fantasies. That willingness to take a risk could light a fire in your loins. Rawr!

Virgo rules the “mad money” part of your chart so this Jupiter cycle points to wealth. You could hit pay dirt over the next thirteen months, Aquarius. Start excavating outside the box of the 9-5 grind. Think: lump sums of cash earned from commissions, royalties, inheritances, and passive income streams. And while ownership is important to your indie-spirited sign, investors may want to put dollars behind your dreams, too. Get to work on a business plan or Kickstarter campaign if you have an idea worth developing. The eighth house governs sex and also the most intimate of relationships. Jupiter the gambler helps you roll the dice on an all-consuming kind of love. A partnership that’s been growing (perhaps since July 2014) could become “officially official” over the next year. If you’re not feeling the passion, you may decide to part ways with someone. Don’t be hasty though! Jupiter brings the cosmic truth serum, so try to talk things out—especially the tough stuff—since honest revelations will now melt the frozen areas of your heart. Single? Keep your ears perked for intriguing accents. And when you’re searching for cohorts, expand your search radius from “5 miles from my home” to ten, twenty, fifty or more. Jet-setting Jupiter could bring a cross-cultural click and even a long-distance relationship that is worth pursuing. Absence CAN make the heart grow fonder, after all, especially when you’re an independent Aquarius. Traveling together can be healing for coupled Water Bearers. Leave the kids and your posse of friends back at home. These getaways should only have room for two.

Friday’s new moon in Leo will also activate your urge to merge as it lights up your seventh house of relationships. Opposites attract! Someone quite different than your usual type could make you swoon; or, you could revive the sparks with someone from your past as this new moon falls at a close degree to Venus retrograde. Already found your missing puzzle piece? You won’t be able to sweep issues under the rug this weekend. Not only will the new moon push you to discuss, but on Saturday, Venus retrograde meets up with the soul-baring Sun. Better to just get it all out on the table, Aquarius—whether your connection is romantic or with a business partner, BFF or creative collaborator. The naked truth might make some waves, but it will also set the stage for an honest negotiation. Legal matters fall under the seventh house domain. Near Friday you could be offered a contract or get happy news about paperwork that’s been bound up in red tape. If you need to file a lawsuit, think it over carefully. Diplomatic Venus (even while in retrograde) points to mediation as a smarter way for resolution. It doesn’t have to be such a battle!