Imagine being a human in an alien crew in space and leaving with bright blue or pink hair and the color fades and everybody on board wonders WHY you are losing your colors??? Is it the lack of greens? Are you sad? Angry? They just don’t know??
reckless nights, driving around the illuminated city of L.A. / sneaking into old, abandoned motels with your friends that you’re probably never going to talk to again after high school, but you still say the term BFF all night / cigarette filters in tiny liquor bottles, stained with lipstick / chopping off your hair in a bathroom that isn't yours and not cleaning up afterwards / young love and genuinely believing it’s the end of the world when it ends after a week, finally believing the people who warned you / burning an american flag and throwing your more-than-half-full bottle of jack daniels into the flames
alphabet blocks spelling ‘go fuck yourself’ / your stuffed animals showing up in places you don’t remember placing them / pastel nail polish that messily gets all over your fingers and hands / old photos of babydolls with a lazy eye and bashed-in faces / finally realizing the grim, origin-meanings of the nursery rhymes your parents read you as a kid / watching tom and jerry on drugs / knee-high socks with lacy tops and rip all along the fabric / getting the big-kid swing all to yourself because no one wanted to go to the park with you / tearing the heads off of your animal crackers and gummy bears
standing at the beach at 5 pm, shallow waves crashing onto your feet / burning money you know you need and using it to roll blunts because you want that rich-illusion / driving through california in a white convertible, with palm trees all around you and a girl you just met sitting next to you, while holding her shawl over her head before letting it fly off into the wind / hawaiian shirts and faded, ripped jeans / leaving a small party early and coming home to your expensive suburban condo, falling asleep alone / the ghost of nicotine on your tongue after brushing your teeth
Twenty One Pilots:
colder weather and leaves fallen off every tree / painting vent-quotes on your walls with black and red paint when you can’t sleep / sitting in the school cafeteria with your childhood best friend, jamming on a ukelele / dark thoughts at night that you turn into poetry / secret handshakes that only you and your soulmate know / scribbling out your monsters with a black pen on a three-hole-punch notebook
demolishing stereotypes, the popular girls kissing the nerd girls, jocks showing up at theatre class / games of spin the bottle and 7 minutes in heaven / throwing on your drugstore lipstick and fishnets and catching a bus to a sketchy, glow-blog-material club that doesn't require ID / sinking under chlourine-plagued water with your best friend and yelling something, floating up and trying to guess what the other said / going to a house party on a saturday while sticking to white wine and your friend that dragged you there, but ending up actually having a really good time / not giving a shit about sports but going to a highschool football game to get out of the house
Lana Del Rey:
marilyn-liner and fake lashes / oldies movies playing in the background / emotionlessly breaking expensive jewelry that your ex bought you / loitering at liquor stores until you're asked to leave / getting into a stranger's car solely because they're cute / getting drunk off moonshine and dancing on the pole in the center of the T even though you have no experience
Marina And The Diamonds:
purposely popping your bubblegum as hard as you can when someone asks you to stop chewing so loud / poisoning a milkshake at a 50's style diner / the sound of pouring a handful of diamonds against a mahogany floor / pastel pink leather jackets with a number of feminism pins all over it / a beautiful bouquet of flowers from all the lovers you met with, 1-5 for each day of the week.
Hufflepuff: The sunrise. People smiling. Light drifting through an open window. A half-finished painting. Tulips. Flowers woven into a braid. Hugs. Dandelion seeds drifting in the wind. The world after it rains. Hope.
Gryffindor: Laughter. Friends embracing after a long time apart. A sunset just before it fades to blue. Autumn leaves. Color—each and every shade. Candid photographs. The glow of light through a foggy window. Joy.
Ravenclaw: Poetry. Bells chiming.
The soft breeze of early spring. Soft piano music.
Eyes lighting up in excitement. Seashells and chips of sea glass. A locket with pictures inside. Art.
Slytherin: Morning dew. Roses climbing up a trellis. Constellations. A dancer lost in the music. Stained glass. Tears of joy. Handwritten letters with smeared ink. Embers glowing in wake of fire. Old forests. Love.
Someone asked me what I’m doing with life. I answered them honestly as if I’m not thinking of how lovely you are when you asked me the same question. Someone smiled at me across the street and I happily waved back at them as if I wasn’t expecting to see you somewhere in between. One of my old friends told me that she missed me, and I told her that I also want to spend time with her too, as if I wasn’t wishing every night to receive just a single message from you telling me that you missed me too. My mom told me to take care of myself and I hugged her back while saying thank you, as if I wasn’t imagining that maybe later on I will still have the chance to get closer to you. The saddest thing about this, is that I cannot just easily wipe you out of my eyes. Block you away from my ears. And took you out of my heart. Baby, I just really hope that you weren’t experiencing this kind of pain. I truly hope that you are indeed happy even if you no longer knew me. Because I’ll embrace this pain until it leaves me, just like the way your love fades so easily.
Smoke Cleanse: (Commonly using sage)Using smoke from a burning sage bundle, pass it over the item or being that you would like to cleanse. Focus on your intent while sending out the negative energy. Use incantations if you like. Make sure the plant you are burning is in no way poisonous and is safe! This cannot be stressed enough!
Incense smoke: Choose a specific scent corresponding to your goal. Pass it over an item or being like smoke cleansing. Focus on you intent and cast out negative energy.
Holy water: You can purchase or create your own. Submerge or sprinkle over an item as needed. Focus on your intent to help cleanse it from negative energy. You can use an incantation, say a chant, or call on any entities you work with.
Running Water: Make sure the item is unable to be harmed by water! Submerge into a running creek or river. Let it wash away all the negative energies and become charged with positive one. Rainwater can be used as well.
Sea salt: Bury the item you want cleansed into sea salt, make sure it will not harm the item. Leave it for a few days in the salt. The salt will absorb any unwanted energies.
Sunlight: Make sure the item will not be harmed, certain crystals will fade in the sunlight! Leave the item in full sunlight and let it absorb the suns positive energies and remove the negative ones.
Moonlight: Place an item outside or on the window sill to soak up the moonlight and dispel negative energies.
High vibration sounds: Using a crystal bowl, a Tibetan Singing bowl, a gong, drumming, tuning fork or even your favorite music turned up loud will cleanse an item of unwanted energies.
Pyramid Energy: Placing an item under or inside a pyramid which has been charged for cleansing will take away any negative energy and return the item to neutral.
Personal Energy: Using your own personal energy to drive the unwanted energy out of the item that needs cleansing. It is the safest way to cleanse because it wont harm any object. Though, it can be intensive depending upon the quantity and quality of the energies needing to be stripped away.
Charged Crystals: Some crystals have a natural ability to strip away energies of items and leave them neutral, amethyst or rock crystal excels at such work.
a part of me
still holds onto us.
unable to let go,
unable to clear my mind of you.
unable to peel off your name
that’s engraved in my heart
and the heaviness that follows with every letter that falls
all the memories
and all the laughter.
All the love.
Not wanting to cut the cord that
connects me with you
Not wanting to forget
the way you used to look at me
and the butterflies that made it hard to breathe
but helped me learn to fly again.
Not willing to let go of the map that leads to you
cause our paths were meant to intersect
I ran in the opposite direction but
Everything leads back to you,
and the way you kissed me that night.
My first kiss, my first love.
More than anything
wanting you to be my last.
But this time seems like the last,
I need to let you go
because you already did
are not there
are not here
and I need to remind my heart
Andrew Hussie walks up to a shabby looking podium in front of an abandoned room, some liminal space waiting to fall out of existence in a world that no longer remembers its name or purpose
his eyes are full of sadness, with deep heavy rings about them, and a ball and chain hang from his leg. his Hella Jeff tattoo has been replaced by paint that is almost the same color as his skin, but is recognizably off. it isn’t body paint either, just regular paint, possibly containing toxic ingredients. his lips are not just huge as usual, but noticeably swollen, and his beard has gone from unshaven to full-on hermit.
he looks down at a half-broken teleprompter and mumbles, “not much else set to drop on 4/13 this…year? should be an update on game status. see you then.” You can see the clear grimace in his expression when he says “game”. he tries his best to suppress it, but it’s still there, as if suppressed memories burrowed deep in his subconscious are trying to surface.
he collapses on the stage, his fallen body slowly melting, oozing into the cracks on the stage’s stained wooden floor.
in a dark corner of the room, a horse watches from the shadows, then shakes its head and leaves. the room seems to flicker behind it, fading from reality as it does. in its place is an empty, grimy alleyway. what looks suspiciously like the remains of a pumpkin lie smashed against the side of a graffiti’d wall.
Warnings: SEX BABYYYYYYYYYYYY, aKA SMUT SO IF U HAVE A PROBLEM DNT READ
Word Count: 3,500
A/N: BROUGHT TO YOU BY RUM AND MANGO JUICE
Request from @thomas-stanleyholland : Tom and the Reader are Best friends. They have a sleepover and have an intense makeup session in his bed, maybe some smut and fluff?
HECK YES TO SMUT AND FLUFF :,)
I’ll revise for any mistakes in the morning, I’m exhausted xx
Your flight just landed at the London City Airport. The captain explaining that we’re pulling up to the gate. People around you were getting restless to get off. You of course were still waking up from the nap you took.
Pulling out your phone you open the camera. Flipping the screen you see your reflection. Sighing in relief that nothing was out of place. Turning your head to the side you check you winged eyeliner. Thanking the makeup gods the liner or your fake lashes you have on didn’t get fucked up.
Feeling your phone vibrate you exit the camera app. A message from your best friend pops up. A smile on your face when you read it. Standing up once you see people emptying the seats in front of you. Reaching above you grab your suitcase with your backpack slung over your shoulder. Carrying the suitcase you lift it sideways to head down the narrow aisle.
Someone pushes past you making you stumble a bit. You huff out in frustration glaring at the back of the person. Readjusting your purse you make your way down the hall of the gate. Your suitcase making sounds as it rolled and bumped over the bumps in the gate flooring.
Walking over towards the bathroom you walk in and head towards a bigger mirror. Fixing your beanie that was on your head. It was your best friend’s beanie he gave you before he had to fly to the states for work. Reapplying a coat of maroon lipstick to your faded lips you leave feeling a little better.
Looking at the signs you see which way to turn for the baggage claim. The escalator taking you down to the lower level. Stepping forward when you reach the end, you head towards a hooded figure. The sign said your name and beside the figure was your bag. He looks up from his phone, glasses shielding his eyes. A smile giving him way completely.
Cherubim are the second highest angelic class. Described as multi-faced beings misconceived with youthful features, their original duty having been the protection of the Garden of Eden. Convinced by Belial, The Demon of Lies, Lucifer became the first of the Cherubim to rebel against God.
Coalescence, Biotic Orbs, and Fade leave an array of feathers.
Biotic Grasp grants wings based on which hand is used.