the tears we hide

Pluto

If Saturn represents our struggle with the external world and with our own difficulties living in it, Pluto represents our struggle with ourselves. Saturn and Pluto must be best friends, because they sure do know how to make life a living hell. More accurately, they make life a living hell when you resist their influence. And as Carl Jung said, “What we resists persists.” This is Pluto’s tagline. Pluto, the sign it rules over (Scorpio), and the house it rules over (The Eighth House) all represent the human shadow. The dark side of life. The things we don’t easily own up to. The sides of ourselves we’re more comfortable projecting onto others. It’s much easier to view ourselves as perfect beings of light, and to point the finger at all the people out there in the world that are evil and bad, than to recognize that we’re all human. Jessica Lange’s character Sister Jude in American Horror Story might have been right when she said “All monsters are human.” There are true horrors in this world and sometimes we get lost in news stories of this murder and that war. We’re all quick to condemn and judge our fellow humans committing atrocities. But do we ever stop to think, what made them that way? What happened to them? What is their place in the great cosmic story? Could causing others pain possibly be their life purpose, or has a tragic childhood forced them to wander off their divine path?

These are questions that I have grappled with recently. They’ve made their way into this piece but I don’t necessarily have the answer. I do know that the greatest force in this world is love, the greatest connection empathy. Libra is the sign of relationships, and afterwards, Scorpio comes strolling along. Scorpio and the Eighth House are the things we share in a relationship. Shared finances are relegated to this pair, along with the distress they may cause. As everyone knows, sex is Scorpio’s thing. Taurus, Scorpio’s sister sign, can lay claim to it, too, but Taurean sex is candles, whip cream, and foreplay. Scorpio is bondage, whipping, and power-play. The darker side of emotional intimacy, the power struggle. Scorpios are known to be fiercely loyal and possessive. The Eighth House is where bodies and souls melt together, where transcendence is found through unity with another soul. Scorpio is known to be a psychic sign, in tune with the undercurrents in the room. Especially the darker ones. The collective shadow. They’re known to love the taboo, the occult, the mysterious.

Astrology, by relegating the darker side of life to this sign, shows that it has its place in our lives and the universe. And don’t think you can escape it by not having your Sun, Moon or Rising in Scorpio. It will rear its head in whatever house it’s in, wherever Pluto is in your chart, and in your Eighth House. It must be faced, or it will be repressed. Freud, who was Scorpio Rising, spent his career investigating the id, our instinctual side, and how repression of it leads to neurosis. The id is composed of our sexual urges, our aggression, and our death drive (thanatos). All very Scorpio. And all very human. I think this has been an especially hard thing for females to integrate into their lives in the past, as they run counter to what society thinks a woman should be. Lilith, an asteroid in astrology, may in some ways be the female expression of the Pluto principle. I wrote a little about it in an answer to a question, here. The struggle with Plutonian energy, though, applies to all genders and all peoples.

So how does Pluto operate in our lives? It’s the farthest planet, so its cycle through the zodiac is the longest. It spends about 21 years in each sign, so it is the most generational. To see how this force manifests in your personal life, look to its house placement. Wherever Pluto is, you will be prone to some extreme transformations. When it comes to the darkness, it’s always trying to be noticed. I read somewhere that Buddhists, rather than exorcising demons, would invite them to a grand feast. After being fed and paid attention to, the demons would transform. You see, we cannot fight our demons (or drown them - “they know how to swim,” as Bring Me The Horizon sings in “Can You Feel My Heart”). We all have inner demons, darkness we hide from others, that tears us apart when we are at our weakest. It’s a sad fact that most people don’t talk about this, putting on a show of happiness. You aren’t alone in this struggle, it is life on Earth.

We overcome our demons by looking at them, taking them for what they are. Bringing the darkness to light. Although Carl Jung parted ways with Sigmund Freud because the latter was too sex-obsessed, Jung never repressed the shadow in his studies. He’s made so many important statements on the human shadow that I must include more than a few:

“Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.”

“Enlightenment is not imagining figures of light but making the darkness conscious.”

“The most terrifying thing is to accept oneself completely.”

“We cannot change anything until we accept it. Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses.”

“If there is anything we wish to change in the child, we should first examine it and see whether it is not something that could better be changed in ourselves.”

“There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year’s course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word ‘happy’ would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.”

“There can be no transforming of darkness into light and of apathy into movement without emotion.”

“Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.”

“There is no coming to consciousness without pain.”

“God is the name which I designate all things which cross my path violently and recklessly, all things which alter my plans and intentions, and change the course of my life, for better or for worse.”

This is Pluto. This is the unconscious force inside all of us that changes our lives in drastic ways. Whether you’re orchestrating your own transformations by confronting your shadow, or if the only thing that can get you to change is some catastrophe hitting you from the outside, Pluto will destroy what you thought you knew and replace it with something much greater. It will be painful - Pluto is the planet of death, and we will have to die to ourselves many times over to get closer to our truth. Pluto is also the planet of rebirth, because every end is a beginning. Pluto is a big fuck you to the ego we’ve carefully crafted, and it can be hard to let go of an identity you’ve held for so long. But the unconscious has bigger dreams for our time on Earth. We are not whole until we integrate our shadow side. This is the true essence of power - being in contact with your whole being. No longer being unconsciously directed by your shadow side. I think we’re so quick to look down on the criminals and the neurotics of this world because we’d like to think we’re nothing like them. But the one that makes peace with his demons knows the truth, that one soul contains the collective experiences of all souls. The only thing separating us is the material illusion we’re all under - this is the true source of “evil” - thinking that we’re not all One. Peace on Earth will come when we feel in our hearts this Oneness - and inner peace comes when you become One with your shadow.

Pluto is an earthquake. Pluto is a force of nature. A disaster, a murder, a suicide. It is everything we’re afraid of. But that which we fear cannot have power over us once we accept it. Understand it. Integrate it into our lives. Just as we all must face the inevitability of our own deaths, we must face the fact that we’re better off leaving our old masks at the door, as we enter into a new chapter in our lives. Embrace change, and embrace the darkness.

Luckily, this month there has been talk of Pluto being invited back into the solar system after its exile. This spells of great change in our collective psyche :) It will be interesting to see if, as a society, we begin dealing with our collective shadow.

anonymous asked:

Thanks for turning on anonymous! I'm sorry I didn't get to you sooner but here's my prompt. What would happen if Patton disapered? Like the other sides not knowing what to do because they can't find Patton and Thomas is without his morality and everything is just a mess (btw I'm sorry if you already wrote this but I need some Patton angst) Thanks so much btw for being such a good person and fanfic writer!

It’s no problem, sweetie! This is really sweet, thank you!

THIS PROMPT HAS ME EXCITED I’VE BEEN WAITING TO WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THIS FOR MY SAD SON

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Fandom(s): Sanders Sides, YouTube, Thomas Sanders

Warnings: General angst, disappearance, self-hatred, self-loathing, confusion with emotions, lots of crying, and no happy/satisfying ending.

Ship(s): Platonic LAMPT

“What’s happening to me?” Thomas choked out, shaking hard as tears streamed down his face. Logan and Roman exchanged concerned glances as Virgil gently hugged his host, whispering reassurances in his ear as he sobbed softly.

“It appears that he has lost all sense of will, right and wrong, he can’t joke, his childishness is gone as well as his ability to function as an adult, and his common sense has seemed to disappear, and he only has the ability to experience negative emotions. You don’t think…?” Logan’s voice trailed off and he looked at Roman with fear, his eyes wide. Roman shook his head in disbelief.

“Patton wouldn’t clock out. He wouldn’t do that to Thomas no matter what. He said himself that he’d rather die than leave Thomas,” Roman insisted.

“When was the last time any of us saw him?” Thomas asked, more like snapped, his voice muffled as his face was pressed into Virgil’s jacket. “It was when we were watching a movie together, and we wouldn’t shut up about all the times Patton had screwed up that day. This is our fault. We made Patton go away, a-and now he’s not going to come back!” Thomas added, his voice breaking as he started sobbing again and hugged Virgil tighter. Logan could feel tears welling up in his eyes and he shook his head.

“No…No. We have to go to his room. Right now. We’re getting him back,” Roman said, wrapping an arm around his friend’s shoulders comfortingly. Logan greatly appreciated the gesture but resisted the urge to lean against the fanciful trait. Thomas sniffled and looked up at Roman, bleary eyed.

“Y-You think he would listen? Do you think he would come back?” Thomas asked softly, his tone so innocent, so hopefully that Virgil’s heart broke and both Roman and Logan were taken aback. They looked at their host, terrified. They needed Patton, and they needed him now. With Thomas assistance, the four traits sunk out and immediately transported into Patton’s room, like they had with Virgil.

“What are you doing in here?!” Patton cried as soon as they’d landed. Virgil surged forward and wrapped his arms around Patton in a tight embrace. The normally fatherly trait wrinkled his nose and pushed the other man off of him. Virgil fought back tears and shrank back, hiding behind Logan.

“We saw you were gone. Thomas is a mess. You need to come back!” Logan said. Patton’s face blanked, but his eyes were angry. Roman nodded vigorously in agreement, Virgil was still recovering from being rejected, and Thomas felt too weak to say anything.

“You really think I’m going to come back now that you all realize you need me? That I’m not some sort of idiot who just embarrasses Thomas? Well, you thought wrong. Get out of my room,” Patton said coldly.

“But-” Roman started.

“GET OUT OF MY ROOM!” Patton shouted, and he opened the door before shoving them all out one by one, ignoring their cries of disbelief and apologies. He slammed the door shut and leaned his back against it, hiding his face in his hands and sliding to the ground. He heard them slamming on his door, demanding to be let back in, and he let himself cry. He wouldn’t go back. They didn’t want him. They didn’t need him. He was better off alone. 

anonymous asked:

Can you do an Elorcan pregnancy where Elide is in labour and it looks like she's going to die? (Sorry if it's too specific, I just really like angst) love your writing! ❤️

Lorcan sat next to her bedside, a grim expression resting blatantly on his face. Fate had brought them together in a time when he didn’t even think that fate had existed.
Now, he was counting down the hours until fate, or whatever unholy movement, would take her away.
Elide would do it, though. Although stubborn as a mule, her heart was like no one else’s. She would give the world to that baby, even if that meant taking herself out of it.
“A chance,” she had told Lorcan the night before, after a doctor had tended to her unbearable pain. He had given her a tonic, and told her the news. She was in labor, but something wasn’t right. Something had gone terribly wrong. “This baby deserves a chance.”
“This baby deserves a mother,” Lorcan had barked at her, but she only smiled.
Resting her hand against his cheek, she shook her head. “If she has no mother, it is okay, because she will have her father. I believe in her father.”
He had turned away so she wouldn’t see him cry.
Now, he could see her exhaustion. Her eyelids drooped as Lorcan continued to brush the cool, damp washrag across her forehead. “How are you doing?”
“Good,” she lied, giving him a smile. “It will be over soon.”
“Don’t talk like that,” his voice broke, “like you’re saying goodbye.”
She reached up, and took his hand, and held it as tightly as she could. “Whatever happens, I want you to know -”
“Elide,” he cut her off. “Please. You can tell me after she’s here.”
“Lorcan -”
“I refuse to accept the fact that this is how we end,” he snapped, not bothering to hide the tears this time, at all.
Brushing the soft drops away with her shaky fingers, his wife gave him a smile. “I am honored to have been loved by you.”
“Stop,” he demanded, but her smile did not waver.
“I’m not afraid, Lorcan,” she whispered, kissing each of his fingers, one at a time. “I’m not afraid.”
“I am,” he admitted. “I’m terrified.”
The door was pushed open and the healer walked in. “Tonic holding up?”
“Yes,” she smiled, although tears began to pool in her eyes. “I’m feeling good. Is it time?”
He pulled up the sheet that was resting across her lap and examined underneath, then he looked up at the parents, wistfully. “Yes.”
Elide looked to her mate, and pulled his forehead against hers. “It’s all going to be okay. Whatever happens, it’s all going to be okay.”
Then, she began to push. She had granted Lorcan permission to leave the room, to wait outside, but he had thought she was crazy for even suggesting the idea. He would sit by her, holding her hand, kissing her forehead, just in case.
Just in case this was all the time they had left.
As she screamed in pain, and pushed and pushed, Lorcan shouted to whichever higher power was listening that she would be okay.

The End of Time

Daryl Dixon Imagine


You enjoy being in Daryl’s arms when he suddenly decides to open up to you.

Word count: 1248

approximated reading time: 6 minutes


I was woken by the soft sunlight shining through our white curtains. A rare view these days as fall had been dark and rainy most of the time. A quick glance at the small clock next to the bed told me that it was still too early to get up. Turning around I snuggled up to Daryl who wrapped his arms tightly around me, dozely breathing a kiss on my hair.
“Ya early.” His voice was drowsy and with a deep yawn he pulled me closer to his bare chest. His warmth made me shiver with comfort.
“I didn’t mean to wake you”, I whispered back closing my eyes as I listened to his heartbeat. It was slow and regular, calming.
“mmhmm”, he muttered and only seconds later his breathing became calm again as he drifted off into his dreams. I sometimes wondered how often I was part of them. It was in moments like this that I remembered how lucky I was to be alive. How lucky we all were to be part of this new world. A world noone had ever believed in - a world that so many people tried to destroy. We had fought them and we had won. With a smile spread across my face I drifted off into a light sleep again.

I didn’t know how much time had passed when I opened my eyes again. I watched the dust dancing in the sun for a while, not sure if I was ready to face the world just yet. Listening to Daryl’s consistent breathing, watching his sleeping face I decided that I was nowhere near ready to leave the warmth and comfort of our bed. If only we could stay like this forever.
“Good mornin’.” Daryl’s husky voice cut through the silence, his eyes were still closed.

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Pack Threat: 1

Two Three Four Five Six Seven Epilogue

This story begins just a few days before Hunter’s Night ends.
Welp, here we go! Beginning NCT’s mini-series in 3, 2, 1! — arosequartz

GONE


You ran through the forest, feeling the earth underneath your paws and the wind breeze through your pelt as it cooled down your body. The sun kept coming and going, like the day couldn’t decide whether it was warm or cold. But the smell of nature delighted your wolf senses as you brushed by thick trunked trees and lush green brush. 

A warning alarm rang in your head as you realized they were closing in on you. Run faster, you told yourself, spotting the lake just up ahead, your paws quick—

Something slammed into your side, knocking the wind out of you and you stumbled, paws tangling with another wolf’s as you both tumbled and wrestled to the ground. Barking and growling ensued, lips pulling back and snarling until it all came to a stop. You glared, lying on your back, stomach exposed as the other wolf stood over you, lowering it’s muzzle until it was inches away from yours, eyes narrowed.

Then they licked you, golden eyes softening and you barked in reply, clearly annoyed. “That is so unfair!” you mentally howled.

Mark’s laughter rang in your head and you huffed in frustration. “You think every race is unfair.”

“You’re bigger than me.”

“So? You’re the fastest female in the pack. You can even outrun Donghyuck.”

For a moment you just glared some more before wiggling out from under him, heading towards the lake without as much as a glance over your shoulder. “I’m parched.”

Catching up with you to affectionately press his sandy colored pelt against your own (a sign he felt bad for beating you in the race) both of you approached the lake’s edge and lowered your muzzles, taking in large, long, gulps of water.

For the rest of the afternoon you and him lay under a tree, curled up and lazily grooming each other as you basked in the unusual peaceful evening. Mark’s tongue lapped over your shoulder in soothing strokes, causing your mind to doze off when he suddenly asked you, “Am I a good mate?”

You tilt your head up, holding his gaze, wondering what sort of ridiculous notion made him ask that. “Well I think you’re the best one out there,” you told him honestly, searching his face for any give way emotions. “Did someone say something?”

Mark nuzzled your pelt before resting his head over your neck in a sulky like state. “No one said anything, I was just questioning if you were happy with me.”

You scoffed, chuffing and stood up, leaning your head down to lick the top of his head and ears. “You’ve been so loving and loyal for my entire life, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You sent a wave of care and love through your bond. 

It took a moment but after a few moments of coaxing, he finally stood up and shook his pelt, stretched, then nuzzled and licked your cheek in a kiss. “Gomawo,” he rumbled deep in his chest, almost like a purring cat as you could sense his happiness at your words and circling around you in his glee, teasing you with slight pushes of his nose before breaking off suddenly. “Race ya home, Y/N!“

“Oh you’re so going to lose!”

You actually won by a foot, and reveled in your victory by howling and trotting around him. He mentally rolled his eyes before playfully snapping his jaws, making you pounce on him in return as you two wrestled in front of the pack house. Both of you were still young, only in your late teens, having the tendency to act a little childish.

Years ago, Mark was playing with his siblings when he felt a strange pull to the woods. His beta, Doyoung, escorted him, letting his dongsaeng lead deep into the brush, until half an hour later he noticed a female wolf and what looked like a pup resting behind a large bush, both looking underfed, pelts clinging to their thin forms.

It was you and your mother. 

You were on the run, your territory lost to another stronger pack. The battle had been brutal, and after realizing the pack was at a loss, your mother picked you up by the scruff and escaped far from home. But food was scarce, winter having already come, and both of you were sick and weary. 

That memory was still incredibly clear, engraved in your young mind. You had woken up to the sounds of loud excited yips, opening your eyes to see a young pup almost crash into you head on. Your mother had awoken too, snarling to protect you as the pup recoiled, heeding her threat. Then a larger wolf appeared behind him, and your mother instantly snapped her jaws shut. Knowing if she appeared as a threat you were both done for. But the beta just stood, remaining calm, letting the pup sniff the air and he began to make low whining sounds. 

Whatever had conspired between the two, you were both taken in, having no energy to fight back, and were kept in the infirmary until you were nursed back to health. 

But your mother passed away.

That was another unforgettable day.

You woke up in human form, just a kid, about six years old. The boy, Mark, who had found you, was sitting by your bed, silent tears running down his face. For a moment, you weren’t sure why he was crying, until you felt the emptiness in your chest, like a part of you had been taken away. Without a word you had rushed to your mother’s side, frantically shaking her to wake up! But it was too late, for she had passed hours ago. 

You cried yourself to sleep that morning, just yearning to forget everything that happened.

After an honorable funeral, the alpha, Taeyong, announced you would be taken into their care. Not like you had much of a choice anyway.

Mark was assigned to show you around the house, the pack, and the territory, everything. You learned how the pack was practically made from scratch, consisting mostly of former rogues and orphans.

You two became best friends, a bond forming over years of trust and loyalty. 

It wasn’t until he left for high school, leaving you to stay one more year in middle school did you both realize there was something that ran deeper than just your normal close friendship. For the first time ever you felt as if the halls were emptier, the classes colder, the days longer, and your usual bright personality had dimmed. 

One evening it all clicked into place when Mark returned to the pack house. You engulfed each other in a tight embrace, feeling your chests warm with familiarity, security, and a different emotion, love. 

That was ta year ago, and you couldn’t have been happier to be one of the few to have found their mate within the pack.


It was five o'clock when the pack bell rang out for supper.

“Dinner!”

“First come first serve!”

“No dawdling!”

Sounds erupted all around the pack house: doors were opened, wolves trotted in phasing back to human form, feet scampered down the staircase, and a few shouts of excitement were heard as a few people were shoved aside.

Having been finishing up the last bit of your homework, you were one of the last ones to enter the dining room, thanking the three cooks that night.

It was Taeyong, Jaehyun, and Yuta’s turn in the kitchen. Everyone randomly took turns cooking for the entire pack each night.

After settling down at the table, you were all waiting for the youngest members to arrive. It was unusual for them to be late.

But after five minutes no one came.

Taeyong sighed. “Where are they? Did you guys see them at school?“ he asked the younger members.

Their were murmurs and nods in reply.

Suddenly the door burst open! A young girl skidded across the floor to a halt as she surveyed the pack with large, wide scared eyes. It was Jisung’s mate. The two were incredibly smart for their young age, sensing their connection at just thirteen years old.

“He’s gone!”

Everyone stared at her, baffled. For a moment all she could do was stand there too before running her hands through her hair in a stressed manner, heaving in and out, panicked. Then she looked up, eyes watering. Taeyong maneuvered towards her.

“What do you mean, Miseong?” he asked in a soothing tone, kneeling before her and setting his hands upon her shoulders. “He’s gone?”

Miseong sniffled, tears beginning to run as she tried her best to keep her head up high. “I can’t sense him anymore he stopped responding h-hours ago.” Her words were rushed, more tears spilling down her cheek. “W-we were playing hide and go seek when I suddenly felt our link disappear and I looked everywhere hoping he’d show then I heard the bell ring for dinner and hoped he’d be here but he’s not and I don’t know what to do and what if he’s hurt or been kidnapped or killed and I just…I just….” That did it, she began to sob, pressing into her alpha’s chest as he wrapped his arms around her small frame.

Doyoung stood up, quickly eating a few bites of food before announcing, “For the older members dinner can wait. Jaehyun, Ten, and Yuta, you’re with me on patrol.”

Taeyong turned back to face his pack, sharp eyes surveying everyone. “Hansol, Johnny, Taeil, you’re with me. Everyone else eat up.”

Said people immediately stood up and followed their leaders out the door.

Back in the dining room everyone was quiet, the only sounds heard were utensils and chewing. You found your appetite lost, only eating bits and pieces of food. Miseong sat beside you, not even touching her plate, just staring down at her lap.

You felt Mark’s hand intertwine with yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

BTS reaction of them finding out you have cancer

‘Can I request BTS reaction of them finding out you have cancer 😭 thank you’

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JUNGKOOK

This poor baby would be so destroy about the news probably won’t say anything and just hug you to comfort you.

*reading the results by his own*

Originally posted by btssavemylife

TAEHYUNG

When you tell him about it he would be so but so sad, he is going to cry with you starting with a hug and finishing with a cuddle saying

-Everything would be fine, I promised – he would finish cleaning your tear and kissing your forehead

Originally posted by starnightingle

JIMIN

With Tears you would tell him, he is going to cry a river for you, you are his one and only and this happening to you kills him, ‘- Are you sure-‘ You would nod and just stare at the floor not being able to look at him, he would stay in silence for a while with you on his knees huggin your legs.

*SOMEONE MAKE A FIC OUT OF THIS PLEASE I’M CRYING HERE!*

Originally posted by jiyoongis

RAP MONSTER

‘What did the Doctor say?’

‘It’s Cancer’

‘Like… the illness?’

You would just nod and probably being able to hear his heart broke… he would grab your cheeks and give you a calm kiss following for a warm hug trying to be strong for you tearing up a little bit and hugging you holding into you so hard that you can even breath.

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J-HOPE

OH MY GOD! THIS BOY! Probably won’t stop crying about it holding your hands so hard kissing them, kissing you all over, crying in your legs while you both are on the floor ‘I’m not always around but remember that I would be supporting in this all the free time I have just to enjoy you the best I can, we are fighting together, Honey we are’ would kiss your cheek and keep crying about it, probably stand up to make some tea but crying in the process, you would back hug him trying to comfort him

Originally posted by jhopingforhoseok

SUGA

He is not going to show any emotion about it, just look at the floor asking you about how bad the thing is and asking you how to help not being able to look at your eyes, you both would be cuddling and end up sleep you would wake up at 3 am to find out Yoongi crying on the floor of the living room holding the Doctor’s results, going to him, hugging him and holding him from the head and just crying in your chest relieving a little bit of pain inside.

*NO WAIT MAKE A FIC OUT OF THIS ONE BETTER*

Originally posted by sugasuite

JIN

He was there when the doctor told you the results coming back home not saying any word in the all way to home…

‘Just stupid!’ he would yell out of nowhere… You tearing up a little bit hiding from Jin…

‘We are going to find another Doctor this can’t be it! IT JUST CAN’T!’

‘But we already did… we see 3 doctors this is it…’

‘BUT IT CAN’T BE IT!’

‘BUT IT IS!’ you would say showing your face to him all cover in tears ‘This is how it is’

Falling in his knees hugging your legs crying on them, you would be fighting to hold your tears but being impossible to do it, you would hug him as possible as you can in that position bending all over hugging only his head hearing him sobbing about it…

Originally posted by sirtae

The best part about watching Wonder Woman was that for the first time in my entire life I felt a sense of connection, of camaraderie, of unity with an entire group of women I didn’t know. There were probably four guys in the theatre (all accompanying one or more women or future women) and I could tell they truly enjoyed the film, but the women…

There wasn’t a dry eye in the house except for the tiny girls too young to feel anything beyond the absolute wonder of seeing their hero on the screen, and those babies were cheering and yelling and being lifted up to fly by their dads and that was darn amazing too. As for the rest of us, every age, race, and body style…down to a surprising number of little round grey-haired southern women (in whose mighty company I will one day stand)…

We were all splotchy faced and red eyed from crying and when we left the theaters and ran into one another in the lobby or the parking lot no one had their head down trying to hide those tears, no, we made eye contact and smiled, some of us mouthed “Wonder Woman” and smiled bigger and nodded, sometimes there was just this knowing, this…hey, you…you were there and we’re here and what a beautiful day it is to be a woman.

Stubborn Love

A request made for my anniversary celebration by @thebiggsby with some help from @little-red-83 for the plot.

The Prince of Mirkwood

The dark sable of the stallion stood dark again the lush green of the grassy field sprawled alongside the stables of Mirkwood. The short bristle of you brush left subtle streaks across the coat of the stallion and the sunlight lent the beast a glossy sheen. You were lulled by the repetitive motion of your arm and the steady breath of the calm horse. You raised your other hand to run your fingers the length of its long nose and gave a content sigh.

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Let's dream of a house in a green field

“I just- I wish I could hold your hand whenever I wanted to..” Jongin sighed. A sigh that was a little too sad. A little too broken.


“I know.”


The two boys were both lying down facing each other on Kyungsoo’s bed in their shared dorm room. Their noses bumped and the older boy opened his eyes. Kyungsoo watched as tears slowly rose in the younger boy’s eyes. But jongin didn’t blink, and the tears didn’t fall.


“I wish we didn’t have to hide this. I just want to be normal. I want to love you normal, hold you normal, kiss you normal.. I-” Jongin chuckled. It was bitter and broken. Just like them.


“Me too, jagi.” He whispered ever so softly, making Jongin blink and causing his tears to trickle down. A track of tears over the bridge of the bump on his nose. Another track from his other eye to his temple. Wetting the light blue pillow.

Kyungsoo kissed his eyelids. Softly. 


 "One day,“ Jongin started, his voice barely over a whisper, “we will build our own house. In a green field. And we will finally be free.” He buried his nose in Kyungsoo’s shoulder. 

 Kyungsoo exhaled loud and hard. And he felt as though he was exhaling his soul. “Of course. I love you.”


“I’m tired, but god, I love you too. I love you so much.” The younger replied against Kyungsoo’s shoulder.


“Go to sleep.”


“I will.”


“Dream of our house.”


“I already am.”

Choose Your Mistakes #33C

Part thirty-three round C, of the interactive fanfiction, Choose Your Mistakes. Please check the FAQ and the Setting Info if you haven’t already, and be sure to make your choice below.

You chose to let Mare go back.

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“I’m not going to stop you,” you said sadly. You couldn’t force him to come with you, as much as you still thought it was the best option. He looked like he was really suffering now, the smoke writhing across his skin, his expression twisting into a grimace and his persistent tremor. You wanted to stick together, but Dark and Anti would be lurking down the elevator. Mare was the more likely of the three of you to make it on his own. After all, he’d survived this long.
“But we’re going to keep going,” you said, resting your hand gently on Malady’s arm. You turned back to the sphere. It really was captivating, beautiful and terrible all at once.

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If She Favors You (An Emison Fanfiction)

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It’s been a while since I’ve written anything, but this was fun! I hope it can help tide everyone over until Tuesday. You can also find it here. Comments are welcome!

Thunder rolled angrily outside, and wind shook the windows of Alison’s house. Emily was picking up the nursery, shreds of stuffed animal and broken wood, when she heard Alison huffing in frustration from the other room.

“Everything okay?” She knocked lightly and peered in.

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Dear Journal,

We spent the night awake, too nervous to go to sleep. Sirius stayed next to the window, checking the streets, hoping that no death eater would show up. James Sirius had fell asleep only minutes after Teddy. He was playing with Teddy’s hair, trying to get him to go to sleep. I walked to Sirius and handed him a glass of water.

“We should go to sleep.” I said.

“I won’t be able to.”

“Babe.. You can’t stay awake until they catch them… Come to sleep please?” I said, looking into his eyes.

“I’m just so scared..” He said, bitting his lips and trying to hide his tears.

“Baby.. we’ll be okay. We charmed the house and we barricated the doors. Don’t be scared.. c'mere..” I said, opening my arms to him.

He sat in my lap and hugged me. I brushed my hand on his back and he sobbed quietly on my shoulder.

“It’s okay baby..” i whispered in his ear.

“I-I’m so scared of t-hem.. They use to be home all the tim-e and I would get so scared of them.. ” he said, his lip shaking.

“I hate when you talk about when you were a kid.. it just makes me want to save you from that horrible place.. But it’s all over now love. I’m here with you and you’ll never have to see those death eaters again..” i said, wipping his tears away while trying to hold mine.

“What would I do without you?” He smilee, his cheeks still wet.

“I could say the same. You’re always so strong.. sometimes it just get’s a bit too much s'all.. You’re so courageous baby.” I said, kissing his cheekbone.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too.. Let’s go get some sleep okay?” I said, taking his hand.

He nodded and I layed down on the couch next to Teddy. He layed on my chest and I layed a blanket on him. We fell asleep a few minutes later, protecting eachother.

I woke up the next morning to Teddy shaking my shoulder. I sat down in panick but he hugged me.

“They catched them dad!” He said.

“What?” I said, confused.

“The death eaters! They catched them!” He said, smiling.

And then a thousand pounds were lifted off my shoulders. I woke Sirius up and he was so relieved. These people terrified him and I was happy to know that he wasn’t scared anymore, that he was safe.

James and Lily hurried here and hugged James Sirius. We opened the windows and the blinds to let the sun and the warm air in. We had breakfast in the backyard together, safely. I walked inside and saw Sirius sitting next to the window just like yesterday.

“Are you okay love?” I asked him.

He smiled and nodded, looking outside.

“I’m okay.” He said, “I’m okay.”

He stood up and took my hand, giving me a kiss. He was okay. I knew he was.

-Remus
July 4th 2014

Visions

Request: Hello love! Can I request a Jojen Reed where he sees you in his dreams, he tries to look for her but then he realizes that she was sick. You can decide how it will end.

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The first time he saw you in his visions, you were wearing a simple white dress. To him, you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in these visions. You turned your head and smiled at him, asking him to join you to bask under the sun light. “My name is Y/N” you beamed at him, “I’m Jojen.”

He would tell Meera about these visions after she wondered why he didn’t have panic attacks as much during his visions. His sister constantly teased him, “Can’t you see, brother? It doesn’t happen whenever you see her!” she gleefully exclaimed.

Jojen dismissed her comments, but Meera didn’t miss how his cheeks would turn pink. He was always excited to see you again, unconsciously hoping for another vision to happen.

“I’m conflicted….” Is what he said one day, “Why?” you looked at him with worried eyes, “I have to leave my home to find Bran Stark. I have to get him to the three-eyed raven.” You nodded, you’ve seen the three-eyed raven a few times.

“So why are you conflicted?” Jojen frowned, “I promised to myself, that if ever I would go on a journey, the first person I would go see… was you. I want to see you.”

You were silent, Jojen watched as you tear up. His quick reaction had you immediately in his arms, your body shook as he asked you “What’s wrong? I’m here”. “No, you’re not. You’re not here!”

He knew what you meant. He wasn’t physically by your side. “Where are you? Let me find you.” “You can’t. You shouldn’t come see me.” “Why?”

“Because I wont be able to let you go…” you whispered, you look up at him, your tears falling. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” Jojen thought what was right and kissed you. it was short, but sweet and it left you speechless.

“I think I love you too” he mumbled as he caressed your cheek, wiping your tears away. “You can’t see me.” You sternly told him again. “Please, why? I need to be with you. I can’t live another day without you by my side.”

“Yes, you can. For both Bran’s sake and mine…. I’m sick Jojen.” You were a sickly girl, always bedridden, never to see the outside except through a window. Until the day she met the three-eyed raven. It knew about her sickness and her future.

Her future to convince Jojen Reed to find Brandon Stark. But of course, you didn’t know about that part.

“I can’t move or even stand. I can’t give you what you want. You wouldn’t be happy with someone like me.” He hugged you tighter, “Yes. Yes I would Y/N. I love you. Please, let me see you. Let me hug you, kissed you like this.”

“Bringing Bran to the three-eyed raven is your destiny. Not being stuck with a sickly girl. For the sake of our world, bring Bran to him, then we can meet.”

But you knew. You’ve seen it in your visions. During his absence, You would die. And he knew, he knew that he would die by the flames. But none of you said anything to the other.

Struggling to not shed a single tear, he pulled you closer to hide his face. “After this, we will meet.” You nodded in agreement. A final kiss before he left.

The following months, you both had less and less communication. He was busy traveling, while you were struggling with your sickness.

One day, you felt it. A pang in your chest and the sudden inflammation of your stomach. As if you were being stabbed multiple times. You screamed in pain, alerting everyone in your household.

Then you fainted, another vision came to you. You were in your white dress, walking through the woods. That’s when you saw him. His back turned to you. “Jojen” You gleefully called out.

He turns to you. God, you were still as beautiful as when he last saw you. Jojen picked you up by the waist and twirled you around. “I told you we’d meet again.” He knew, you both knew. You both died at the same time, finally meeting one another, in paradise.

Photographs fly down where we used to lie down

Removed by the same hands that used to hold my hands

We pack them away in cardboard capsules behind closed doors

Memories stay and decay in the grace of queens and kings to the land where dreams are made

Now in hidden darkness, an empty row of nails lines the wall

My eyes sting with pain and his white teeth; stained with a cocktail of tears

We wish to hide beside them, two stowaways capsized in the present, below our melted hearts

Blood drains from our veins one last time on everything we used to know

Our eyes shut before midnight, no words break the silence.

Wishing for an extra hour

Hoping for a better day

Like the ones depicted behind the wooden frames
—  “Frames” by Connor Franta