the past is a strange place

a strange prompt

Nomen Railmore and Sevras Loone gallavanted freely along the dry riverbed. Nomen tossed ancient coins between hands, as Sevras sought to perfect her whistling of the hymns to the gods.

Nomen’s fingers were slippery eels, and Sevras was slightly jealous, as her hands were rough and calloused. Just slightly.

One might think, especially after seeing the many strange places where their footprints were left, that this might be a tale of Nomen and Sevras’ relationship, or perhaps of their past adventures. They’ve known each other since birth, after all.

But no, dear reader, it is not that. It is not that at all.


so. what is it about then? tell us. continue this strange tale.

woodland-magick  asked:

Hi! I've got a question. I've noticed that I very often have those visions of sort, blurry images or rather short sentences about someone I barely know, which later turn out to be correct, even if they seem strangely precise and impossible at first. Those are often very personal things from people's pasts, like suicide attempts, family problems or hidden character traits. I don't know how to feel about all of this, does it make me an empath, or maybe more of a diviner? Can I make those stronger?

This sounds more like divining, but you come from an empathetic place. You should practise meditation and astral travel!

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The Bird Cage Theatre, located in Tombstone, Arizona, once operated as a theatre, saloon, gambling parlor, and brothel. It was in operation from 1881 to 1889, which was during the silver boom. Evidence of it’s colourful past can still be seen today - there are over 120 bullet holes throughout the building. New York Times described the Bird Cage Theatre as “the roughest, bawdiest, and most wicked night spot between Basin Street and the Barbary Coast.“  One of the more bizarre murders to occur here took place when two brothel workers got into an altercation and one responded by stabbing the other to death with her stiletto. 

With a history of violence, it’s no surprise that the Bird Cage Theatre is said to be the scene of much paranormal activity. Visitors and employees both claim to have seen the ghosts of former brothel workers as well as dowdy men dressed in cowboy hates. Some people have even reported being pushed or shoved by unseen forces. Disembodied laughter and music can often be heard in the dead of night.

Tyler Joseph imagine- Anesthesia

You can still remember being eighteen years old and falling deeply in love with the sweet boy with the soft smile and crooked teeth. You remember literally bumping into him in the hallway one day at uni and you remember smiling because you recognized him, even if he didn’t recognize you.  You knew his name was Tyler and you knew you liked the sound of his laugh.  He didn’t apologize for nearly knocking you to the ground, but instead reciprocated your smile and replied with a gentle, “Hi.”  

Things hadn’t been the same since and the two of you had spent the past eight years head over heels in love.  That’s why it’s a bit strange when the doctor informs you that Tyler isn’t going to remember anything about you or the rest of his life for the next hour or so because of the anesthetic that they administered.

The reason that you both are at the hospital in the first place is because Tyler somehow neglected to mention that his side had been bothering him, until you literally found him on the kitchen floor, passed out with a spatula still in his hand.  

Thankfully he only had to get his appendix removed and he wasn’t too beat up from falling to the floor.  Still, you had shouted at him for a good ten minutes after he woke up.  You couldn’t believe how stupid he’d been and you continue to insist that he “should have told you” before hugging him tightly, despite the doctor’s orders to not disturb him.

It’s been several hours since, and you’re still sitting next to Tyler’s hospital bed, waiting for him to wake up. The nurses tell you that Tyler should be waking up any minute now, and when he does, you should make sure that he eats some food.

You’re so busy texting Josh an update on what’s going on, that you don’t even realize when Tyler wakes up. It’s not until you hear rustling and a heavy sigh that you’re startled.

Immediately you snap your head up and see Tyler trying feebly to pick up the water bottle he just dropped onto the floor. Without thinking about it, you reach over and grab Tyler by the wrist gently, stopping him. “Hi,” you say warmly.

Tyler turns to look at you then and you watch as he inhales sharply in surprise. You furrow your eyebrows at him, unsure why Tyler is giving you that look and you’re even further confused when Tyler breathes, “Wow.”

You blink at him, dropping his wrist. “What is it? Have I got something on my face?”

Tyler shakes his head really slowly and his expression is—of awe? It’s not a rare expression on Tyler’s face since he’s awed by even the simplest things, flowers, sunsets, birds on the lawn, but it’s very misplaced here in a hospital room after he’s just had surgery.

“No,” Tyler mumbles, eyes wide, he looks slightly crazed. You realize it must be the anesthetics making him loopy. “God, you’re so gorgeous.”

That startles a laugh out of you.  You cover your mouth with your hands in disbelief. “I’m what?”

“Gorgeous,” Tyler repeats very seriously.

You smile before you can help it and immediately start scrambling for your phone, turning the camera on and starting to record a video.  As if you’re going to let the world miss out on a hazy Tyler calling you gorgeous.

You’re then reminded of your current, instructed responsibilities and with your other hand, you pick a cracker up from the plastic plate that the nurses left behind. “Eat up, Ty.”

“I’ll do anything you want me to do,” Tyler replies with an earnest expression, taking the cracker from your hand.  You laugh again. “Just say the word.”

“That’s good to know, love, thank you,” you reply, patting Tyler’s free hand lightly before leaning back in your seat. “Are you feeling alright?”

Tyler doesn’t answer your question at first, too busy opening his mouth wide in attempt to fit the cracker in even though it’s completely unnecessary to open his mouth that wide. Then he turns to look at you again, cracker halfway to his mouth. “Who are you? What’s your name?”

You raise your eyebrows before remembering that Tyler doesn’t know who you are and most likely won’t for the next hour. “I’m Y/N,”you answer slowly, letting it sink in and watching as Tyler nods after a pause. “Now eat your cracker.”

“Okay,” he obliges before finally biting into the cracker. He makes a sour expression and you’re so glad that you thought to record this. After Tyler finishes chewing, he looks back at you. “Did the doctor send you?”

You shake your head, biting back a smile. “Not really, no.”

That seems to confuse Tyler who tilts his head, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you the sexy doctor?”

Again you shake your head, this time unable to help a smile as you answer, “No,” before lightly patting Tyler’s hand again. “Come on Ty, you’ve got to eat.”

There’s a brief moment of silence before Tyler says, “But I’d rather eat you,” and you’re eyes widen before bursting out into a fit of laughter, nearly dropping your phone.

“You’re so horrible at pickup lines,” you say fondly once your laughter dies down.

Tyler pouts, muttering and grunting before blinking suddenly. “Still? Do we know each other? Really?  I know the most beautiful girl in the world?”

“I think ‘the most beautiful girl in the world’ might be exaggerating but yes, we know each other,” you confirm, once again patting Tyler’s hand as a reminder.

He seems to take the hint because he takes another small bite of the cracker before asking his next question of, “Can we go on a date?”

You sputter in disbelief because Tyler looks so incredibly earnest, eyes wide and lips parted hopefully. When you’re finally able to form a coherent sentence, you shake your head and replies, “No, I’m sorry, I’m afraid we can’t.”

“Oh,” Tyler breathes, frowning and then suddenly he’s taking your left hand is his own and staring at the ring on your fourth finger. “Are you married? That’s not fair. Why do the good ones always have to be married? You’re too gorgeous to be tied down.”

You stare down at your own ring and then briefly glance over, meeting Tyler’s eyes again. Ridiculously enough, you feel butterflies in your stomach when you nod. “Yes, I’m married,” you say quietly.

The look on Tyler’s face is incredibly sad as he sighs deeply and lets go of your hand. “They must be the luckiest person in the world.”

Deciding that you’ve let this go on long enough, you take a deep breath and lets out a watery chuckle as you mumble, “Not to sound full of myself but yeah, you kind of are.”

It takes a moment for the words to sink before Tyler gasps loudly and his mouth falls open. “I’m married to you? You’re kidding! No way! But you’re—you’re—there’s no way!” he exclaims in shock.

“I’m pretty positive,” you reply, still holding the camera as you pat his left hand where Tyler’s own ring is.  “Last I checked anyway.”

You’re dangerously close to a mixture of laughter and tears now as he watches Tyler do an incredulous double take. “Wow, I must really love you,” he says, his voice filled with awe. “That ring I got you is killer!”

Then Tyler proceeds to scrub a hand over his face and turn to face the ceiling. “How did I get so lucky? Is this real? Am I really married to the most perfect person in the world?” and then he turns to face you again. “How long? Do we have children?”

That makes you laugh again, despite how wet your eyes are because of course the first thing that comes to Tyler’s mind is kids. “It’s been a year and no, not yet but we’ve talked about it.”

Tyler’s voice grows dangerously high pitched as he replies, “Really?”

You nod before lightly pushing the cracker closer to Tyler’s mouth. “Eat first, ask later.”

That makes Tyler pout again and he shoves the entire thing in his mouth which you honestly should have expected from him.

Tyler seems to be genuinely surprised that they’re married and you find yourself thinking back to the first time Tyler told you that he wanted to marry you one day.

“Finished,” Tyler announces through a mouthful and you blink, remembering the situation at hand. “Can I see your face?”

“My face?” you repeat, curiously and Tyler nods, looking almost desperate.

Despite the odd request, you oblige and lean in and smile when you feel Tyler’s fingers tracing along your cheekbone. When his finger comes to trace your lips, he pauses and with an intrigued expression on his face, he asks, “Have we kissed?”

“Of course love, we’ve kissed,” you answer amusedly.

“Wow, I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” he breathes out before he smiles hopefully at you. “Will you kiss me now?”

“Maybe later,” you reply, taking Tyler’s hand in your own. “Is that alright?”

Tyler makes a face before he narrows his eyes. “Do you promise to kiss me later?”

“I promise,” you assure him, linking your pinkies together.  Tyler seems content enough by this.

Then suddenly, his eyes light up and he squeezes your hand. “Since we really are married, can I say something? It might sound a little crazy,” he whispers, as if it’s some sort of secret that only you can be trusted to keep. Maybe it is.

“Of course,” you assure him, lowering your voice level to match Tyler’s. “What is it?”

He takes a quick glance around, clearly making sure they’re alone before he gestures for you to lean in closer. You raise an eyebrow but do it nonetheless, turning your head so Tyler can whisper in your ear.

“Don’t tell anyone but… I think I love you,” Tyler confides quietly and you have to take a moment to collect yourself by leaning away and taking a deep breath before you turn back to face Tyler with wet eyes.

“I think it might be mutual,” you murmur.  You finally set your phone down so that you can take one of Tyler’s hands in both of his. “I’m fairly positive we’ve discussed it.”

That makes Tyler beam brightly but it fades quickly as his eyes start to droop. You press a quick kiss to his cheek right before his eyes completely flutter shut and the last thing Tyler does before he falls asleep is squeeze your hands.

Hours later, when you show Tyler the video, surely enough he enforces the promise of a kiss that you made. He also pokes fun at you for being so emotional and you allow it, because it’s true.

In the end of it all, you think back and realize that Tyler was wrong, because he wasn’t the luckiest person in the world—you were because you had Tyler.

The Types’ Obscure Sorrows

ESTJ - Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.

ISTJ - Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.

ENFP - Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening

INFP - Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.

ESFJ - Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

ISFJ - Opia: The ambiguous intensity of Looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

ENTP - Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.

INTP - Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

ENFJ - Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

INFJ - Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.

ESTP - Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.

ISTP - Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

ENTJ - Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

INTJ - Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.

ESFP - Vemödalen: The frustration of photographing something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.

ISFP - Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

Three SERIOUSLY UNDERRATED Movies I just watched recently:

1. Strange Magic

Originally posted by magically-strange

A work by freaking Lucasfilm/George Lucas himself!

Did not expect it to be a musical, very much cringe worthy—but once you look past that, this movie has stunningly beautiful animation! 

Not to mention the plot is actually kind of interesting. THIS coming from the same man who brought us STAR WARS and we know how well those relationships work out half of the time *cough* Anidala *cough*—but it is a movie ENTIRELY about LOVE! I kid you not. 

Though a few places are indeed very very much a cringe, other parts have me squealing like a fangirl! I wish I would have heard about it sooner!   


2. Epic

Originally posted by zombie-chaser

So I guess 2013-2014 were just the years to have stunning visual animation for forest-related characters, in movies that both basically flop in the box office.

Epic was a little slow at times, but it was funny, unique, and had a few very memorable characters! 

I will not lie to you, I am a sucker for ships, and Ronin and Queen Tara never cease to make my heart ache for a whole week after I watch this movie. T_T If you watch for nothing else, at least enjoy the beautiful visuals, A-list voice acting cast, and the FRICKING relationship between the Queen and the most badass guy in this whole movie!


3. Book of Life

Originally posted by waterinmychest

So, aside from slamming me with the crippling nostalgia of watching El Tigre on Nickelodeon as a kid, this movie is witty, gorgeous, and (again unfortunately) more of a musical than I typically look for. 

STILL! I cannot believe it took me THIS long to watch it! It was fun, exciting, and busted all sorts of chops for various people and stereotypes. 

Plus, the fandom for this movie is ridiculously awesome! Jorge R. Gutierrez is very open with the fans with his info/rumors of sequels, and the voice cast nearly killed me. Channing Tatum was one thing, but DIEGO LUNA is the main character!  We’re talking Cassian Andor with more than 5 lines of dialogue and a leading role! ❤ ❤ ❤

And let me tell you about La Muerte and Xibalba—the OTP I didn’t know existed or that I needed in my life—their personalities are so different from what I was expecting and I love everything this movie did to make me think vs what I saw. 

Plus it is produced by Guillermo Del Toro—I’ve been seeing his name so much recently—seriously, what does this guy not do!?



So those are the 3. This is just my opinions of things based on recent exposure to the films, and they aren’t the best movies I’ve ever seen by far, but they were enough to be exciting and they definitely deserve more love than they were given! —or at least more exposure so it didn’t take me this long to watch…

In 2006, archaeologists discovered the world’s earliest known artificial eyeball. It was uncovered while they were searching the necropolis of Shahr-i-Sokhta in the Sistan desert on the Iran-Afghan border. It’s believed to be dated between 2900 and 2800BCE and was made with bitumen paste and covered with a thin ayer of gold and an engraving on the face to represent the iris. On the sides was a small hole through which thread could hold the eyeball in place.

variety.com
Marvel’s Kevin Feige on ‘Spider-Man’s’ Future and Why Brie Larson Was Perfect for ‘Captain Marvel’
By Brent Lang

Marvel Studios president Kevin Feige is on one heck of a run. Each of the company’s 14 films over the past eight years has opened in first place at the domestic box office, and they’ve brought in more than $10 billion globally. That success is a boon for Disney CEO Bob Iger, who led the $4 billion acquisition of the comic-book empire Marvel Entertainment in 2009.

But it’s Feige who is credited with Marvel’s signature style — a blend of humor, optimism, and spectacle that has attracted legions of fans around the world. And he’s had great success in elevating lesser-known characters, like Iron Man, Captain America, and Doctor Strange, into big-screen brands.

Feige spoke with Variety about Marvel’s plans to promote diversity, upcoming projects, and what it is that makes him anxious.

How much freedom do you give actors to put their own imprint on characters?
They have a lot of freedom to take what has made the characters as popular [as they’ve been] for as long as they’ve appeared in the comics, and evolve it and grow it. Think about what you saw Benedict [Cumberbatch] do in “Doctor Strange” — he embodied that character and made it his own. That’s similar to what Robert Downey Jr. did by molding and shaping and turning [Iron Man] into something even more contemporary and relatable.

Would you recast your biggest superheroes with other actors if, say, Robert Downey Jr. or Chris Evans decide they want to move on?
Luckily we don’t have to make that decision anytime soon. There are a lot of movies that everyone is signed on for, and we get to enjoy them for a long time. Robert Downey Jr. is Iron Man, and right now I can’t envision anyone else. Chris Evans has embodied Captain America as well as any actor has ever embodied an iconic pop-culture figure like that. I go back to Chris Reeve as Superman as the gold standard, and I think Evans is right there. I couldn’t imagine anybody else.

But you also look to history: We have a new Spider-Man right now who was in our “Civil War” film and is in “Spider-Man: Homecoming,” and the audience has embraced it. And you can look to Sherlock Holmes, James Bond, and Batman as characters that last longer than any one actor playing them. There’s a precedent for it in other franchises that suggests it’s possible. But right now I don’t want to think about it and don’t need to think about it.

“Spider-Man: Homecoming” is backed by Sony but produced by Marvel. How will that change this version of “Spider-Man”?
It takes place inside the cinematic universe that we have built across 14 films. In the previous films, Spider-Man was the only superhero who existed in that world. In the comic books, Spider-Man always existed in a world where the Avengers existed, and Iron Man existed, and the Hulk would run through the streets, and Captain America had been thawed out of the ice. In the film, he’s a young kid who has to be home at curfew so his Aunt May doesn’t get worried, and go to school, and do his homework. That’s in contrast to Tony Stark’s life or Stephen Strange’s.

Fox controls the film rights to “The X-Men” and “The Fantastic Four.” Could you partner with them on a movie as you did with Sony?
It’s an impossibility at this juncture. We certainly have enough films to keep us busy for a number of lifetimes.

There are more comic-book movies being made, with DC trying to develop its own cinematic universe. Are you worried about the competition?
What other people are adapting from the comics medium, I watch with as much interest as I do any other movies. Because I’m a fan, and I want to see what other people are doing in the world.

I’ve always believed in expanding the definition of what a Marvel Studios movie could be. We try to keep audiences coming back in greater numbers by doing the unexpected and not simply following a pattern or a mold or a formula.

There’s a lot of discussion of inclusion in the business. Do you believe Marvel has a role to play in creating opportunities for people of color, women, and other groups?
Absolutely. The comics have always been progressive. They’ve showcased all sorts of different cultures and ethnicities. And we want to stay true to that. When you look at “Black Panther” — when you look at “Captain Marvel,” which will be Brie Larson in the title role — it is a very important thing for us to have diversity both in front of the camera and behind the camera.

Is finding a female director for “Captain Marvel” a priority?
It is. Having a female director at the helm to tell the story of a woman who is also our most powerful hero by far is very important to us.

What makes her so powerful?
If you had the collector cards of the Marvel characters and you could see the power levels, she would be off the charts compared to anyone that we’ve previously introduced in a film.

Why was Brie Larson the right fit?
With Captain Marvel, who has powers that approach a level that we haven’t seen before in our films, you need to counter- balance that by finding somebody who is also very human and very relatable and can get into a groove with the audience, where they’re willing to see her fly through the sun and punch a moon away from a spacecraft. At the same time, we need her to land and have relatable flaws.

Brie is a person you’re going to want to go on this journey with, just like Benedict or Robert or Chris Pratt.

You’ve had a string of hits Do you ever greenlight a film about a character that may be interesting but isn’t well-known, and get seized by anxiety that the audience won’t show up?
I feel anxiety about every scene and every character in every movie we’ve ever made. That’s why when you sit down for your first test screening, you’re nauseated. It would be hubris to think people are going to love everything you put in front of them.

Saeyoung - Valentine’s Day Special

  After you chose the happiest member, but with a tragic past, as if affected by a spell, you felt tired. Your body was heavy and your eyelids were closing instinctively. Just as if you hadn’t slept for days. You gave up quickly, without reading the messages.

 Some hours later, you woke up feeling a lot better. Unlikely before, your body seemed extremely light. However, you weren’t expecting that.  Everything seemed wrong.

  You were in a strange place, lying on a couch and everything was a mess. What you made you more confused was how that room was identical to Seven’s. After playing his route so many times, you were sure about it.

  While looking around, you found your phone. But seeing all those Honey Buddha Chips made you hungry. You would be so happy to eat it with Luciel.  That’s when someone suddenly appeared.

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Adventures in Charity Work

So for the past few weeks I’ve been working in a charity shop and let me tell you; humans are strange creatures, especially when perusing second hand clothing and bric-a-brac. So far the highlights include-

- A man who is far too cheerful for 9.30am bringing in 7 bin bags full of the same book (a self help book for management consultants, possibly written by him which is mildly heartbreaking).

- A gaggle of middle aged ladies who between them must have tried on 75% of the clothing in the shop, bought nothing and managed to put every single thing back in the wrong place, on the wrong size hanger.

- A man who seemed unable to understand that you do not haggle in charity shops, this is not Antiques Road Trip, give me the £1.45 for the cup please this is a charity for people with terminal illnesses.

- Multiple people who have taken a book from the bookshelf, explained the plot to me in minuscule detail, and put the book back, not buying anything. I now dread the phrase “Ooo, have you read this?” 

- Chasing a small boy down the road because he did not realize the bicycle outside the shop was for sale and wasn’t just free to take. 

- Very sweet old ladies buying entirely age-inappropriate dresses, which fills me with hope for the future. 

- Having to mediate between a different small boy and a angry man because the boy did not realize the bicycle outside the shop was not for sale and in fact belonged to the angry man and had wheeled it into the shop to buy it.

-  A grumpy old man who spent half an hour looking at the same pot and the second I nip into the back room to get more shoes he frickin’ apparates at the cash register and screams “I would like to pay now please!”

It’s my third week. I will update with any new gems as time goes on.

23 emotions people feel but can't explain

Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

Opia: The ambiguous intensity of Looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.

Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.

Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.

Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening.

Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.

Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.

Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.

Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.

Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.

Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.

Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.

Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.

Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.

Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

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For: Anon

Imagine: Being saved during the games by Cato

You wake up in a tree and look down, scanning your surroundings. No one’s around, phew, you jump out of the tree, trying to land as quietly as possible. The arena was a large forest, with the cornucopia located directly in the middle. You however, were far south from the cornucopia, you were in an area of dense forest, a place where most of the tributes, would not think to enter.

You walk around with your machete, cutting the large vines and branches that were in your way, your stomach grumbles, you haven’t eaten properly for the past two days, you had focused more on finding a hiding spot than you did on searching for food.

You go deeper and deeper into the forest when you hear a strange noise, it sounds as if a small object had fallen. You whip you head around until you see a small container with a parachute attached to it. You look around, there is no one else here, this must be for you.

You pick up the gift that was sent to you by your sponsors and open it; it is filled with a few dozen bread rolls. You mentally thank your mentor and get ready to eat.

Just before you can take the first bite, you hear a few twigs break. You instantly get up and turn around, before you can do anything, you are pinned against a tree by a boy who is twice your size. His eyes are bloodthirsty and he holds his knife against your throat, you know that this is going to be a slow and painful death.

“Hey!” You hear someone shout. This one shout is enough to distract the boy in front of you; you quickly push his arm away and knee him in the groin. He groans, and the voice comes out from the brush, and attacks the boy. You barely have enough time to catch a glimpse of his face, but you can instantly tell that it’s the boy from District 2, Cato.

You have to admit, he’s incredibly attractive, especially when he’s fighting. The other boy lies dead on the ground and a cannon goes off. You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, then Cato picks up your parachute. You instantly realize what this is all about, he wanted your food, he killed the other guy, and now he’d kill you as well. You brace yourself for a fight, but he does the unexpected. He takes your hand.

“Let’s go! I’ll help you find somewhere to hide out if you promise to share some of this with me,” He smiles somewhat cheekily. You nod, unable to form words.

He drags you off deeper into the forest until the two of you find a small cave. You settle in and begin eating, “Why did you save me Cato?”

“You’re not half bad princess,” He winks, “I’d like to have you as an ally.”

“Oh,” Is all you manage to say.

“So?” He raises his eyebrows, and once again, you nod.

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But they held tighter to each other, past and present and future; flickering between an ancient hall in a mountain castle perched above Orynth, a bridge suspended between glass towers, and another place, perfect and strange, where they had been crafted from stardust and light. A wall of night knocked them back. But they could not be contained. The darkness paused for breath. They erupted.
—  Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows
Tom Riddle x Reader: Surprise



It had been a couple of months since Christmas Break, and you had noticed your feelings for your friend growing into something…more. It felt awkward to be around him now, but you wanted to be around him more, it was a strange mixture of emotions. You hadn’t been speaking to him much in the past week because of this, and he had started to wonder about you as when you had seen him earlier that day you had looked like a deer in the headlights and quickly walked away.

Now you were “hiding” from him, avoiding the places you knew he would be, but your luck ran out in potions, where Professor Slughorn always paired you two up. You felt a nervous-excited dread overcome you, but squared your shoulders and walked in.

You were early of course, Tom had rubbed off on you with this habit of his, and you saw no one was there yet. You checked the time on the clock

No, I’m right. Where is everybody? You thought to yourself

Then you heard the door close behind you. Spinning, you found Tom leaning against it.

“Tom!”

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

“What’re you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb, dear. It’s embarrassing” He started walking towards you

You backed up “To you, or to me?”

“To both of us”

“Where is everyone Tom?”

“I changed the time on the clock, you’re an hour early”

“What? No! I just got out of Transfiguration-”

He laughed “You really are out of it, aren’t you?” he kept getting closer

“What?”

“You have an hour before potions, we usually spend it together, but since you’ve been avoiding me…”

That’s right! We usually go to the library, but we haven’t lately…

He was less than a foot in front of you now

“So, are you going to tell me why you’ve been avoiding me?” He held his arms behind his back as he said this

“I-I haven’t m-meant to, it just happe-” You stuttered

“Don’t lie to me (Y/N)” He said sharply

“Well, what do you want me to do?!”

“Tell me the truth” He said softly as he stepped even closer and you were close enough to smell his familiar scent of firewood and pine.

“You don’t need to be afraid of me…” he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and your breath hitched

“I-i don’t know what to say” You breathed out, caught up in his eyes

“So it’s true then”

“What?”

“That you have…feelings for me” He said it with a look of concealed shock as he stepped away

Your eyes widened and you snapped out of your trance

“What?! No, no no no, you’ve got it wrong”

He scoffed “Nonsense. You’ve been acting strangely ever since Break and just then your cheeks reddened and your eyes dilated- clear signs of attraction”

“Fine! You want the truth? I like you, a lot more than a friend should. And I don’t know how to deal with it.”

That’s what you wanted to say anyways, but you were cut off by Tom’s lips

“Mmph!” You let out a noise of surprise but quickly melted into the kiss. Your hands found their way into his ever so perfect hair and his hands held your back and hip. Things began to escalate as you started to undo his tie and you felt one of his hands on your waist underneath your shirt. You broke away from him then, getting a grip on what was happening. “Tom” You said, out of breath.

“What?” He mumbled as he pulled away to look at you.

“I don’t think we should be doing this-”

“And why not? You have feelings for me, isn’t this what you want?”

“Well, yes, but… we’re friends. I don’t want to ruin that”

Your hands were off of eachother now and Tom was re-tying his tie.

“Oh?” A slight smirk came upon his face “You certainly didn’t think that a couple minutes ago”

Your cheeks reddened

“Oh hush” You lightly hit him

“….what’s the worst that could happen?”

“You mean, if we started…dating?”

“Something to that extent”

“I don’t know”

There was a moment of silence as you averted your gaze from him

“Tom?”

“Yes?”

“Let’s find out”

Originally posted by relationshipaims





OK, since Tom can’t actually love, I would say this is more of curiosity. He is a teenager after all, and it makes sense if the person he would date is his friend.

23 emotions people feel but can’t explain
  • Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.
  • Opia: The ambiguous intensity of Looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.
  • Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.
  • Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.
  • Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.
  • Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.
  • Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.
  • Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.
  • Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.
  • Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.
  • Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.
  • Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening
  • Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.
  • Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.
  • Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.
  • Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.
  • Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.
  • Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.
  • Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.
  • Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.
  • Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.
  • Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.
  • Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

“It wasn’t that big of a deal” - My rapist, the morning after. These words stuck in my head for years. I blamed myself for feeling so destroyed by his actions. But he ruined me and completely changed the inner workings of my mind. He got married this past November. It’s strange to think that he’s living his life and has probably forgotten me. But I still haven’t moved on because the places he touched me still hurt.

Pain’s an old friend.
— 

Doctor Stephen Strange

@areyofstarshine pointed out to me that Doctor Strange is a superhero that lives with chronic pain, and I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind since.  All those broken bones, those damaged joints–he’s human, after all, and prone to the frailties we all share.  I’m imagining the kind of pain one feels in a healed bone, years & years after the injury is past; the way that damp & cold & even changing air pressure can affect it. Are those pins permanently in place?  Such pain In his hands, his most vital instruments outside of his brilliant mind.  Certainly he could use magic to alleviate it–but never at the expense of where his magic is meant to be directed, in service of mankind & the multiverse.

It really tugs at the ‘ole heartstrings, doesn’t it? And you can bet that, though Strange may never speak of it aloud, Benedict–consummate Actor that he is–will carry that sad fact in mind as he continues his portrayal in future films.