I don’t believe it’s the kind of show that says there are bitter, twisted and nasty endings because it’s not. It’s not gritty, it’s aspirational. It’s says, ‘it can work. And wisdom and kindness will triumph. And love will always come through in the end’. There aren’t enough people and enough shows saying that and I’m dammed if Doctor Who is going to join in with the general chorus of despair.
Gryffindor is being emotionally driven. It is the wild grin on your face as you charge head on into a wave. It is dipping your fingers into wax just after blowing out the flame. Gryffindor is bonfires and sparklers at the end of summer; it is windswept hair and running around in the rain with friends. Gryffindor is good YA novels, the gems hidden in the back shelves. Gryffindor is brightly colored lipstick and kisses that feel like electricity, like passion, like heat. It is belting “Don’t Stop Believin” at the top of your goddamned lungs. Gryffindor is comic books. It is power outages. It is talking back to people in positions of authority because they’re wrong. Gryffindor is racing your friend for shotgun. Gryffindor is earrings that swing when you turn your head. Gryffindor is sailing under a great blue sky; it is fireworks and ginger beer. Gryffindor is summer. Gryffindor is ripped jeans and flannels. Gryffindor is knowing that failure to stand strong all the time doesn’t make you weak. Gryffindor is jumping off a bridge into the ocean with your friends. It is the scream that gets punched out of your lungs on rollercoasters. Gryffindor is hot chocolate and sweatpants; it is naps during the day. Gryffindor is New York City. Gryffindor is hard cider and caramel apples. Gryffindor is stopping mid-sentence to point out a dog across the street. Gryffindor is getting an apartment with your friends after college. Gryffindor is Steve Rogers. Gryffindor is praying that your soda won’t explode. Gryffindor is sweaty ponytails and the shaky feeling in your muscles after a good workout. Gryffindor is road trips with your best friends. Gryffindor is turning your friends into family. Gryffindor is long summer days and even longer summer nights; it is feeling like nighttime can’t stop you. Gryffindor is life. Gryffindor is love. Gryffindor is friendship. Gryffindor is freedom.
Hufflepuff is being carefree of spirit and caring of heart. Hufflepuff is comforting a friend by singing a song you both love until they’re calm enough to sing along. Hufflepuff is blasting the air conditioner so it’s cold enough to sleep under a quilt in the summer. Hufflepuff is flower crowns. Hufflepuff is activism. Hufflepuff is sticking your feet under your friend’s legs when they’re cold. Hufflepuff is cotton candy and sunsets at the fair. Hufflepuff is kissing in the rain. Hufflepuff is the feeling of helplessness that comes from not having enough power to right the world’s wrongs. Hufflepuff is hammocks. It is tattered friendship bracelets. It is getting flour on your face while baking. Hufflepuff is big sweaters and leggings; Hufflepuff is side braids. Hufflepuff is the storm that breaks the heatwave; it is running around the house to shut all of the windows and then collapsing on the floor giggling. Hufflepuff is the Aunt Friend, for when the mom friend needs a mom friend. Hufflepuff is prom night with a group of friends. Hufflepuff is strawberry frosted donuts with rainbow sprinkles. Hufflepuff is Tuscany. It is sunlight reflected in the morning dew. It is the smell of smoke on a cold winter day. Hufflepuff is understanding the value of a child’s mind. Hufflepuff is the first day of spring. It is stopping to smell the flowers. It is warmed milk with spices and vanilla. Hufflepuff is the books from your childhood that you’ve read to shreds; it is the movies you can quote with ease. Hufflepuff is brightly colored eyeliner. Hufflepuff is sunrise over the mountains. Hufflepuff is festivals in the summer with maxi skirts and fresh-picked flowers in your hair. Hufflepuff is sitting under a tree with your friends. Hufflepuff is weighing yourself down with worries to lighten someone else’s load. Hufflepuff is digging in the dirt with your hands to find the cool earth underneath. Hufflepuff is leaving cute messages on your friend’s phone when you’re in different time zones. Hufflepuff is compassion. Hufflepuff is empathy. Hufflepuff is laughter. Hufflepuff is freedom.
Ravenclaw is asking why and using the answer. Ravenclaw is reading at night with a flashlight under the covers. Ravenclaw is lightning. Ravenclaw is fuzzy socks. Ravenclaw is lying on your back with a group of friends and looking at the stars. Ravenclaw is forgetting to eat and sleep because you’re in research-mode. Ravenclaw is French-press coffee. Ravenclaw is owning more books than you could read in a lifetime. It is quick messy buns with pencils stuck through them; it is sweatshirts and yoga pants. Ravenclaw is curling up on a window seat with a book as the snow falls outside. Ravenclaw is people-watching. It is old book smell. It is watches with interesting faces and the full moon through the trees. Ravenclaw is bronze eyeshadow. It is Paris. It is hard caramel. Ravenclaw is staying up until sunrise talking about the universe. It is lying on the floor talking to your significant other about anything and everything and then rolling over and kissing them. Ravenclaw is packing your books first to make sure you’ll have room. It is running your hand through your hair to calm yourself down. It is beanbag chairs in the library. It is spending time with people of older generations and trying to absorb all of the wisdom they have to offer. Ravenclaw is the best answers in Cards Against Humanity. Ravenclaw is twirling a pen through your fingers as you think. Ravenclaw is the feeling of freedom on a windy day. Ravenclaw is ornate bookmarks; Ravenclaw is antiques. Ravenclaw is well-disguised sass. Ravenclaw is asking the perfect question to send the class off on an hour-long tangent. Ravenclaw is flirting in other languages. Ravenclaw is doing personal research instead of homework. Ravenclaw is knowing that imagination outstrips intelligence. Ravenclaw is curiosity. Ravenclaw is wit. Ravenclaw is passion. Ravenclaw is truth.
Slytherin is knowing that there are still some things more important than success. Slytherin is being asked “what do you want to be when you grow up” and answering with the same thing you’ve been saying since you were six. Slytherin is the feeling of triumph when your hard work pays off. Slytherin is blazers and sleek ponytails, but it is also team sweatshirts and messy braids. Slytherin is dark chocolate. Slytherin is fog settling in the valley. Slytherin is the feeling of meeting your idol and having them live up to every expectation. Slytherin is the Mom Friend™. Slytherin is surviving on coffee. It is a river so clear you can see the bottom if you’re still for long enough. Slytherin is London. Slytherin is classic literature. Slytherin is knowing that respect is earned. It is reminding yourself that it’s okay to forget about the future and live in the moment. Slytherin is being the designated driver. Slytherin is tattoos is discrete places. Slytherin is “The Bullpen” by Dessa. It is whispering “can I kiss you” before leaning in. Slytherin is chilled fingers wrapped around hot drinks on a crisp fall morning. Slytherin is perfectly winged eyeliner; Slytherin is good posture and a firm handshake. It is the smile for people you don’t like all that much. It is rings. It is armchairs in the back corner of coffee shops. It is the power trip of walking down a hallway in heels. Slytherin is dressing nice to go nowhere. Slytherin is freshly brewed tea in a china set. It is not getting out of your pajamas on the weekends. It is forgive but don’t forget. Slytherin is knowing that intelligence is not all that it’s cracked up to be; it’s knowing that the key is the will to do something with your life. Slytherin is the euphoria of ballet. Slytherin is hunting down anyone who has ever hurt the ones you care about. It is staying up until 4 am and sleeping until noon. It is wing-back armchairs to curl up in. Slytherin is taking study breaks to go out and stand in the rain, letting it clear your mind. Slytherin is drive. Slytherin is protectiveness. Slytherin is hard work. Slytherin is self-confidence.
I know, I know. I’m a horrible person. How could I possibly agree with all of these horrible authors? But here’s the thing: You don’t have to–and shouldn’t–agree with an author 100% just because you read them.
Instead of telling beginner witches not to read books or presses, I think we should tell them to read A LOT of source material instead, and read with a critical eye. Here are some things to look out for:
Pay attention to when it was published. Yes, I know Scott Cunningham’s info is old and not often followed anymore. And in ten years, my information will be outdated, and so will yours. Witchcraft trends change. Yarrow and rue used to be very popular beginner plants, because they are commonly found in many areas of North America. Nowadays, it’s more popular to use kitchen spices such as cinnamon and rosemary, and therefore these two herbs became outdated and are no longer used for what they were originally used for. This is something to keep in mind when reading a book from 1988.
(As a side note, different witches use different techniques and materials. I use bloodstone to connect with ancestors; I’ve never seen any other death witch do that. That doesn’t mean I’m wrong, it means I do things differently.)
Whenever you read a work, read critiques on it as well.Triumph of the Moon is well-written, and has a lot of acclaim! But it also has a lot of backlash–cultures the author glossed over, historical inaccuracies, biased claims, and the like. Read up on these critiques, even summaries. Hell, the amazon comments section and wikipedia articles even have some necessary critiques. I know tumblr can be an echo-chamber sometimes, but when you’re studying witchcraft, you shouldn’t remain in an echo-chamber. Read other sources. You’ll decide which one to agree with.
Research the author. How you approach the work depends on how trustworthy the author is. If people have problems with them–if they’re historically inaccurate, or disregard other cultures–keep that in mind while you read. You don’t have to completely avoid an author just because they’re inconsiderate about some things, especially if that work is historically significant. I know Gerald Gardner was iffy at best, but I still recommend reading Witchcraft Today if you’re studying Wicca, because that book was a HUGE influence on modern day.
Don’t avoid a press entirely. I see a lot of people shitting on Llewellyn Worldwide. If you don’t know, that’s one of the biggest Pagan/Witchcraft publishing presses in the world, and they’ve been around for a long time. For those who aren’t familiar with how publishing works, there are two things to know about presses. (1) It is not the press’s job to fact-check people for inaccuracies; it’s the author’s. Especially in big presses, editors and curators are there to make sure the book is readable and sells. That’s it. (2) Presses often like to change their footprint. This means that they like to publish things that haven’t been published before, or, if their last book got shit on by the community, they’ll want to find an author who’s better. Hence, the quality of authorship varies in a press. So there’s no need to flat-out avoid presses.
Read with an open mind. These books are here for us to learn. They’re even here for us to learn what NOT to do, or what we don’t want as a witch. You should be disagreeing. You should be questioning. You should be asking other peoples’ opinions on the subject. Because at the end of the day, your craft is your own, and you want to make it as uniquely “you” as possible.
To clarify, I’m not here to disregard anyone’s opinions of certain works. It is my opinion that people should form their own opinions of works, and learn from them. Especially beginners.
Sometimes you fail, and sometimes it is embarrassing and painful and hard and difficult. But it does not mean that you cannot succeed again and triumph in beautiful, wonderful ways. Just because it did not work out this time doesn’t mean it won’t work out later - sometimes in ways you never could have even imagined. Working towards your dreams is still worth it. I promise.
EXCLUSIVE: Benedict Cumberbatch is reteaming with BBC One and Masterpiece for the adaptation of Ian McEwan’s award-winning 1987 novel The Child In Time. Cumberbatch will star in and executive produce the one-off 90-minute drama which is written by Stephen Butchard.
In their first commission, Pinewood Television and Cumberbatch’s SunnyMarch TV will produce The Child In Time for BBC One with Masterpiece co-producing. Studiocanal has worldwide sales.
Cumberbatch, who is coming off of the fourth season of BBC One/Masterpiece sleuthing series Sherlock, will play Stephen Lewis, a successful children’s book author whose daughter suddenly goes missing in the lyrical and heartbreaking exploration of love, loss and the power of things unseen.
The film will explore the dark territory of a marriage devastated by the loss of a child. Her absence sets Stephen and his wife on diverging paths as both struggle with an all-consuming grief. With the passage of time, a balance of sorts returns, until hope surfaces and triumphs unexpectedly.
This is one of McEwan’s major early works. It won the Whitbread Novel Award in 1987. One of Cumberbatch’s first notable feature roles was in the adaptation of McEwan’s Atonement.
Butchard is known for Five Daughters and The Last Kingdom. Julian Farino (Marvellous, Entourage) will direct.
Cumberbatch says, “I read the novel years ago and it stayed with me — profound, beautiful and very moving. Only Ian McEwan could write about loss with such telling honesty. We’re very excited to have Stephen Butchard’s subtle and brilliant adaptation, and in Julian Farino we have an extraordinary director who delivers emotional truth. I’m so proud The Child In Time will be the first drama produced by SunnyMarch TV.”
Pinewood Television’s Creative Director Helen Gregory, adds, “I am delighted to be bringing Stephen’s beautiful adaptation of The Child In Time to the screen in collaboration with such huge talents as Julian Farino and Benedict.”
McEwan is “thrilled to have my novel in the hands of such a high level creative team. I have fond memories of Benedict playing a brilliant and key part in the movie adaptation of Atonement. Now, it’s a great honor to have this actor of such immense resource, experience and subtlety in the lead role of The Child In Time.”
The drama was commissioned by the BBC’s Piers Wenger and Charlotte Moore. Controller, BBC Drama Commissioning, Wegner says, “The Child In Time is a unique and moving story and one which I think will touch the heart of every BBC One viewer. I’m proud to be involved with both Pinewood Television and SunnyMarch TV’s first television commission, and to welcome Benedict back again to BBC One.”
Masterpiece exec producer Rebecca Eaton notes the broadcaster “has been proud to showcase Benedict’s work for many years, and of course Sherlock has been a fantastic gift to our audience. To co-produce the first television drama out of his shop, SunnyMarch TV, with Pinewood Television is very gratifying.”
Studiocanal, which acquired a stake in SunnyMarch last April, has distribution rights. Rola Bauer, CEO/Partner of Studiocanal’s Tandem Productions, who took on oversight of all Studiocanal production and co-production television activities in the U.S. last year, secured the co-production deal with Masterpiece.
Exec producers are Helen Gregory for Pinewood Television; Cumberbatch, Adam Ackland and David Boulter for SunnyMarch TV; Lucy Richer for the BBC; Eaton for Masterpiece and Butchard.
Cumberbatch is currently shooting The Weinstein Co’s The Current War and reprises his role as Dr Stephen Strange in Disney/Marvel’s Thor: Ragnarok which releases in November. He’s repped by Conway van Gelder Grant and UTA.
Imagine if you will: it’s six months later in game-time. Keyleth finished her Aramente, Hotis is dead, Taryon has paid the party and wandered on his way, so on and so forth. There’s still a few Lingering Questions™ perhaps about that book and other things, but Vox Machina are prepared to take a well-deserved rest for a while. Their keep is finally empty of refugees, there’s time to take a break from things like governing Whitestone, and everyone heads back to Greyskull for a little while to just enjoy their home and one another’s company for the first time in an age.
They send a message to Scanlan, an olive branch: we’re going back to Emon, back to Greyskull Keep. We’d love to pick out a room for Kaylie, if you feel like coming by.
No reply. Keyleth considers scrying on him in case something’s the matter, but finally decides not to intrude any further on his privacy.
The day arrives. Bags are packed, they step through the Sun Tree and into their garden; the only familiar faces waiting are a few of their servants and Jarrett, but it’s still their good old long-lost home. Emon is finally starting to really bustle again in the Conclave’s aftermath. They consider a quiet dinner at home, but it almost seems like a waste; Vox Machina, as they’re wont to do, leave their things behind and head out to a tavern for a good time.
The one they pick is a big bustling place, and being the local heroes and all, they opt for one of the less conspicuous tables off in a corner. They can’t really see the minstrels performing way over on the stage for all the heads in between. (Well, Grog can, but he’s busy with his ale.) The fiddler is uncommonly good, though, accompanied by an abrasively lively shawm and then an equally nimble lute. It’s good music to get drunk by, so they toast and laugh and nobody thinks anything more of it until there’s a smooth tenor voice that they’d recognize anywhere:
“Let me tell you the tale,” it sings, “of Vox Machina.”
One of the group drops their ale mug, and the crowd whoops and cheers for Scanlan Shorthalt’s latest masterpiece, which of course he’s been performing here for days already to be sure the regulars know the words. There’s a verse describing all the heroes, naturally, and Scanlan meets their eyes one after another with a small smile on his face. Olive branch returned.
He looks different. Less jewelry. Somewhere along the line apparently he cut his hair, and now it’s half grown out again. The only earring he wears is Tiberius’s, and the front of his shirt is closed. He’s dressed like a man who’s decided maybe female attention isn’t that important to him after all.
The song is several verses long, glowingly detailing Vox Machina’s exploits. It must have taken ages to write. There are even some lines about Taryon Darrington, the end of the Aramente, the harrowing journey to the Nine Hells. Things Scanlan wasn’t anywhere near, things which are definitely partially bullshit, but some of which ring startlingly true. Perhaps Keyleth wasn’t the only person doing a little scrying.
The last verse ends with a flourish, proclaiming how Vox Machina triumphed through the power of their bonds, the strength of a family working as one. Then amidst the raucous applause, he squeezes Kaylie’s hand and hops off the stage, leaving her considerable talents to finish the set alone. He makes his way over to the corner with a smile, an awkward and old and honest smile, to buy everyone a drink.
(”So, little elf girl,” he starts, and Vex immediately punts him down the table.)
Genre: Fluff (with maybe a tiny, tiny bit of angst in the middle) // One-shot
Word count: 3.6k
Synopsis: Jeon claims, vows, that he has every reason not to like you - three reasons, to be more specific, and he’s more than willing to proclaim them on his very own deathbed if needed. Ok, a bit drastic, but it makes the idea.
After all, even the hectic, frantic pace of his much pissed heart is proving him right - right?
Author’s note:Pc destroyed but phone working, plus my need to wreck my lovely sis @pantaemonium with a shit-storm of fluff. And this is what came out, blame Laura.
(What happened to me and my love for horror tho? Blame Jeon)
exactly three reasons why Jeon Jungkook doesn’t like you.
the golden boy says he doesn’t like you, he means that he really, really,
really Does Not Like You – yes, all with capitals letters.)
all, for lacking of better words, you can totally, easily, completely
annihilate him at Mario Kart.
everybody in the room knows, truly shouldn’t be possible, yet here he is with
the controller hanging between his hands and eyes big and confused as he
watches his avatar falling into the abyss down Rainbow Road along with his very
bruised, very salty pride.
WHAT THR FUCK HONESTLU!!!!! today’s the day i’m litro moving out and i watched this on my phone m in between bouts of vacuuming and sneezing from an allergy attack and i am crying????!! IN MY EMPTY CLOSET??!!!!!!! i can’t believe so many things including
1. how good and soft they looked i felt a bit awestruck
2. the fact that we saw dan in phils new “”“"bedroom”“”“
3. phil dragging dan a little for the rebrand and calling him daniel
4. the way they talked about what last year and this year meant for dan omg all that stuff about triumph and success and hard work paying off and this yr being the end of a phase or an era and the start of a new one and a time to explore new opportunities and let his real personality shine thru a bit more and also how phil kept hitting dan in excitement while he read those bits before dan himself even rly said anything bc phil knows what dans years have meant to him just as much as dan does and to see them just like make wide eyes at each other as they mutually recognize how spot on these assessments were wowowoowowowow im ded???
5. them sort of openly mocking the notion of “masculine energy”
6. obviiiiiii THAT WHOLE BANANA BIT like WHAT THE FUCK,?? HALF THIS CIDEO WAS JST PHIL FUCKING W DAN AND THEY JST KEPT SO MUCH OF IT IN and Holy Shit man that was some of the cutest shit i’ve ever seen i mean phil was full face giggling so hard and dan reacted so hilariously and he was tryna seem OUTRAGED AS HE SLAPPED PHIL W A BANANA BUT HIS FACE WAS ALL SCRUNCHED N SMILEY TOO AND HE THINKS PHIL IS SO FUCKING FUNNY ITS PAINFUL and then the way he just sort of manhandled him and pulled him back to stick the banana down his shirt as recompense i mean srsly what kind of gross absurdly flirtatious bullshit i smiled so much my face hurt
7. oh and OF COURSE how could i even FORGET phil referencing ppl interested in seeing him and dan have sex and just giggling about it nothing awk or uncomfortable jst straight up acknowledging that ppl want that but never making it seem like the concept of doing dan is outlandish and all of this on his main fucking channel i am IN UTTER SHOCK AND DISBELIEF. WOW.
they’re just. in such a good place right now. it’s remarkable on every level and i’m fucking overwhelmed and enthralled and sosososo painfully happy for them fuckkkfjfjfjrj
ROWANS HEART BREAKING WHEN HE SEES CELAENA AND NOT AELIN THIS IS TOO MUCH
NOOOOO listen i know like……can you imagine? Rowan having to react to Celaena? Celaena, who can’t stomach excessive contact or expression of love? Celaena, who stepped away from him and his attempt to comfort her when Arobynn was killed? Celaena, who wanted to die and was very much suicidal and depressed, who begged for trouble so she could feed on her own misery?
This is the Celaena that Rowan knows, that Rowan helped come out of the darkness. Celaena is Aelin’s defense mechanism. Aelin turned to Celaena’s anonymity, her ruthlessness and wicked, cunning nature, when she didn’t have the strength to face her parents’ deaths. Or Sam’s. Or Nehemia’s. Or Endovier. Celaena is the assassin who will win at all costs, prevail against all odds, and not feel anything but the killing calm and writhing anger beneath it. But…. Aelin is the Warrior. Aelin is the hope, the dream, of a better world. Aelin can’t cut corners like Celaena did. Not as a queen, at least. Aelin had to peer into the shadows and show them her flame to come out of her despair in Heir of Fire. She had to work and continues to have to work for Aelin to triumph in the face of everything going on, every single day. Being Aelin is a constant battle for her. One that she and those around her are helping develop.
So for Rowan to have to cross oceans and endure her absence for so long, only to find her having retreated into Celaena’s comforting shadow and darkness….it’s a step back. It’s Aelin’s crutch. and I would never blame her for needing that in the isolation, the torture, the loneliness, but I can only imagine how that could impact Rowan as well. Because Rowan won’t be able to slip into who he was when Lyria was murdered. If Aelin has shifted into Celaena, he can’t give up too. He has to hold the line. For the both of them. And for Rowan to tell Aelin how much he loves her, how much hope he has for her, and for Aelin to be in Celaena’s mentality….that’s heartbreaking. Celaena was never able to reciprocate those things—not to Sam, or Chaol, or Dorian. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t. Not while being the Celaena-branded coward that doesn’t face the enormity of her responsibilities. So Rowan finding Celaena instead of Aelin in Maeve’s hold….that’s utterly devastating.
Anyway………I got carried away and now I’m crying. Oops. U asked for it. But yes yeah that’s how I feel about Aelin falling back on Celaena while being tortured by Cairn/Maeve in tog6. And yes, I will most definitely be writing fanfics on this. I literally can’t help myself.
This job is hard. It’s hard as a student, learning things most people will never understand. It’s hard as a brand new nurse; no patient or seasoned nurse truly has faith in you.
You want to learn. You want to know things. You want to get to the point in your job where you are comfortable in your skills, the patients trust you, and the doctors start to know your name and believe in your abilities.
It takes time. The first year of nursing will be the hardest year of your life and you will find yourself truly doubting your intelligence and intellect for the first time ever. You will make mistakes, second guess yourself, cry after work, cry during work, cry before work. You will triumph, and you will fail miserably.
But with literally every single moment of every single day, you will learn so much more than you’ve ever learned in your entire life combined. You will learn about human suffering, joy, love, sorrow, insanity, and pain. You will experience moments that will haunt you forever. Moments you will bury down deep inside because the people closest to you could never understand.
Student nurses, stay with it. You aren’t there yet. School is hard. It does get harder. But it also gets better.
I was a student. Nursing school was the hardest thing I had ever done up to that point. I will not downplay that. Ever. It is so hard.
But then I was a new nurse. And it was harder. I experienced things that will haunt me to the grave. I was bullied by patients, doctors, and nurses.
I’m still learning. I’m still a baby nurse. But I’ve got a bit of time and a little experience under my belt now. I’ve been a nurse in the burn ICU, a med-surg nurse, and now a bone marrow transplant/oncology nurse. I’ve dealt with nurse bullies, bully doctors, and abusive patients and families. I’ve seen all kinds of sickness, I’ve welcomed new life, and I’ve held countless hands as their pulses faded away.
I’m here to tell you, student nurses, new nurses, that this job is hard. It is cruel and unforgiving at times.
But it is so worth it. It may get harder, but it will get easier as time goes on. The bonds you form with patients, doctors, and fellow nurses will bring you through it.
You knew it would be difficult when you chose such a selfless profession. This job takes heart. It takes a special kind of person that was meant to heal this harsh world.
Stay with it. It gets so much better. It is rewarding. We are here and we want you to succeed. Forget the nurse bullies, forget the bad. You are a guardian angel and you chose this noble path.
Thank you student nurses, thank you new nurses. I was there, not long ago. If I could go back and do it again, I would in a heartbeat. Because I am right where I want to be.