the truth will set us free



This is the lie they will use to break you: no one else has ever loved this way before.


Choose wisely which court you serve. Light or Dark, Summer or Winter, Seelie or Unseelie: they have many names, but the pith of the choice is this: a poisoned flower or a knife in the dark?

(The difference is less and more than you might think.)

Of course, this is only if you go to them for the granting of a wish: to save your father, sister, lover, dearest friend. If you go to get someone back from them, or—most foolish of all—because you fell in love with one of them, you will have no choice at all. You must go to the ones that chose you.


Be kind to the creature that guards your door. Do not mock its broken, bleeding face.

It will never help you in return. But I assure you, someday you will be glad to know that you were kind to something once.


Do not be surprised how many other mortal girls are there within the halls. The world is full of wishing and of wanting, and the fairies love to play with human hearts.

You will meet all kinds: the terrified ones, who used all their courage just getting there. The hopeful ones, who think that love or cleverness is enough to get them home. The angry ones, who see only one way out. The cold ones, who are already half-fairy.

I would tell you, Do not try to make friends with any of them, but you will anyway.


Sooner or later (if you serve well, if you do not open the forbidden door and let the monster eat you), they will tell you about the game.

Summer battles Winter, Light battles Dark. This is the law of the world. And on the chessboard of the fairies, White battles Black.

In the glory of this battle, the pieces that are brave and strong may win their heart’s desire.


You already have forgotten how the mortal sun felt upon your face. You already know the bargain that brought you here was a lie.

If you came to save your sick mother, you fear she is dead already. If you came to free your captive sister, your fear she will be sent to Hell for the next tithe. If you came for love of an elf-knight, you are broken with wanting him, and yet he does not seem to know you.

Say yes.

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Yes, Fullmetal Alchemist characters told us multiple times that the Truth is cruel. But it is not. The Truth doesn’t take anything from them that they couldn’t have with the help of their loved ones.

So, yes, Ed lost his leg and his arm? PINAKO AND (mostly) WINRY ROCKBELL GAVE HIM THAT so he could still stand and fight!

Oh, Al lost his WHOLE BODY?! But his brother kept said body alive, and Al could still fight with Ed in order to get it back. He wasn’t alone, no. He had his brother and his friends and the warmth of their hopes.

And Izumi, she couldn’t be a mom anymore?! WRONG! Because Ed and Al stepped into her life and set her free from the burden of thinking she’d killed her baby twice, and they gave her pride and joy and she loves them like sons!

And finally, Roy. What a shame, he lost his ability to see. No problem, he simply had Hawkeye’s eyes. HAH. Best vision of the whole country for you, thank you, eyes that she used to protect him, eyes of the person he trusted with his LIFE, I mean. I’m even sure he trusts her eyes more than he trusts his own.

The Truth isn’t cruel. The Truth was showing them they were not alone. The Truth is wise, my friends.

There’s something
strange, about the way people are after midnight
something so
fragile, vulnerable and truly awake.

or just worn out

Sincerely human;
in walk, talk and shame.

The night sets free,
what the day traps us all in;
the truth.

- Nocturnal Animals (k.h)

Lantern Magic

Originally posted by fairyuniverse

Lanterns have been used as a guide, path markers and a source of light for countless people through out the years!  So that means they have great possibility for magic!  These are a few:

↝ Place rose petals inside of a lantern to draw in love, passion and forgotten memories.

↝ Fill with lavender to attract serenity, peace and intuitive guidance.

↝ Charge up in moonlight and place where desired to fill your space with the power of the moon!

↝ Write the name of someone you know on a slip of paper and place in the lantern to help guide them through dark times and offer hope.

↝ Burn a blue candle in a lantern to help draw in wisdom, knowledge and clarity.

↝ Place a rune or tarot card within the lantern to attract the qualities associated with it into your life.

↝ Use in a curse, place your target’s name (bound) in the lantern so that they will remain lost or confused until you choose to set them free.

↝ Anoint with storm water to draw in a storm.

↝ Burn a white candle inside to help reveal the truth of a situation.

↝ Place a labrodorite stone inside to draw in creativity, inspiration and adventure.

↝ Put bay leaves inside to draw in prosperity.

↝ Use crystal grids around the lantern and it can be the vessel for the focused energy.  A way to keep it stored for a short period of time if you will.

↝ Use as a tool to force a person to see the truth that they have been ignoring or rejecting.

and of course because I’m a dragon witch I have to throw in:

↝ burn a dragons blood incense cone to draw in dragon spirits!


Although you can find the complete masterlist on my main page, recently a couple of people asked me to do it in a post. So this is the list (minus some of my most ancient works)!



Tales of Us 

A Deserving Suitor 

Mistress Fraser’s Wondrous Concoction 

Worthy of Love

Nurse Randall 


The Teacher - I, II

Stealing Tomorrow

Chapter 1 - In media res, Chapter 2 - Forget Me Not, Chapter 3 - As We Were, Chapter 4 - They All Come Rushing Back, Chapter 5 - Boston Calling, Chapter 6 - Sins of a Lover, Chapter 7 - Find Me, Chapter 8 - Master of Me, Epilogue - Tomorrow Is Now

A Lifetime of Her 

Part I - And in my chest you know me best, Part II - In slow motion the blast is beautiful, Part III - You don’t know how lovely you are, Part IV - It’s only the air you took and the breath you left, Part V - But we’re still sleeping like we’re lovers, Part VI - My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder, Part VII - You bleed just to know you’re alive, Part VIII - Please teach me gently how to breathe

My Brother’s Lass

Part One - My Brother’s Lass, Part Two - Homecoming, Part Three - Northern Lights, Part Four - Let me down, gently, Part Five - Love Unspoken, Part Six - This Truth Won’t Set You Free, Part Seven - The Cicadas’ Song, Part Eight - No Time For Us, Part Nine - The Ballad of a Thief, Part Ten - The Flapping of a Butterfly’s Wings, Part Eleven - The Red Prisoner, Part Twelve - Redeemed

Constellations series 

OrionSiriusCruxThe Second Sighting of SiriusAndromedaSirius SupernovaBetelgeusePerseusCassiopeiaColumbaPhoenix

College AU (Cassiopeia’s sequel)

The CaptainAnamnesisThe FloodOrphansRequiemOur Shared Skin, RivalsDaisies & ThistlesFairplayHe Who Loves Him

Beauchamp Riots 

Part I - Pretzel Logic, Part II - Two Can Waltz, Part III - Dresses & Question Marks, Part IV (Finale) - Morning Glory


The Lure of the Sea 

How She Came To Love Him (College AU universe)

Two Hearts (Sirius universe)

The Chanter


televison meme: [4/10] seasons → Grey’s Anatomy season two
↳ As doctors, we’re trained to be skeptical, because our patients lie to us all the time. The rule is, every patient is a liar until proven honest. Lying is bad. Or so we are told constantly from birth; honesty is the best policy, the truth shall set you free, I chopped down the cherry tree, whatever. The fact is, lying is a necessity. We lie to ourselves because the truth? The truth freaking hurts.

“I can’t stay away.” [Part 3] [Nesta x Cassian]

~ new part released 07/10/17 ~
: I’M TRYNA KILL THE UPDATE GAME here’s part 3 of my NESSIAN FIC!!!! Part 4 smut and CassianwashingNesta’shair afeajweofiawe;f are yoU FCUKING READY

tags at the bottom :) and thank you to my beta and fellow elorcan/nessian trashie, @easkyrah~~

CW: Nightmares, PTSD
FST: Moth’s Wings (stripped down) by Passion Pit
Word Count: 3233

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“You come beating like moth’s wings
Spastic and violently
Whipping me into a storm
Shaking me down to the core

But you run away from me
And you left me shimmering
Like diamond wedding rings
Spinning dizzily down on the floor”

- Moth’s Wings (stripped down) by Passion Pit


After visiting Nesta the previous night, Cassian had flown straight home and collapsed onto the silky red sheets of his king-sized bed, clutching his pillow like a life-raft.

Although he dozed off half a dozen times, his vivid dreams were tormented by a series of scenes – the King of Hybern smiling viciously, soldiers vanishing from the field as the Cauldron’s power swept over the earth, Nesta screaming his name, the King of Hybern snapping his wings, the King of Hybern killing him, the King of Hybern killing Nesta…

Cassian resisted. He fought, even though what he saw in his mind’s eye wasn’t real; his reality and fears clashed and manifested into his worst nightmares. He felt sluggish, there were rocks tied to his limbs and he was sinking deeper into the water, into the unknown abyss…

Still, he struggled. I’ll kill you… Don’t you dare touch her, don’t you dare…

Cassian’s hands wrapped around the King of Hybern’s neck, he could see the obsidian eyes and the gleaming teeth right in front of him. There was nothing else but inky black all around him.

And then… Nesta’s face. Nesta’s beautiful face replaced the king’s, and instead of the mask of laughing cruelty, there was only fear laid bare.

And Cassian’s hands were still around that neck, that slender and pale neck… which had turned cold, beneath his fingers.

Nesta’s lifeless body lay beneath him, lacerations and bruises across her arms…

What… have I done…?

Slain soldiers lay in beds of their own making; vivid pools of red stained the ground and ran in rivers through the bloodstained fields surrounding him.

There was only blood. Cauldron save him, there was so much blood, and he couldn’t stop the bleeding…

The red sheets around him were blood, and he was drowning. Drowning, drowning…

Cassian bolted upright, face and torso covered in a sheen of sweat and chest heaving as his heart hammered in his rib cage… His eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he took in the familiar surroundings of his room, inhaling the familiar scents of the townhouse…

Cassian closed his eyes and focused on his breathing. He couldn’t look down at that sea of redness, at his trembling hands, or he would vomit right then and there.

Just a dream… he reassured himself, still breathing fast, just a nightmare…

He lay back down to relax and stared up at the ceiling, letting his imagination form the swirls and whorls into shapes and creatures.

But exhaustion soon dragged him halfway under again, somewhere between the realms of wakefulness and sleep…

Occasionally, he swore he could hear Azriel, the Shadowsinger, whispering in his ear, Wake up, Cassian

He could see the Illyrian crouched down next to him, a look of worry on his face.

Wake up, Cass…



He couldn’t move his mouth to answer, couldn’t do anything except lie there paralyzed… And when he finally wrested control of his muscles from his unconscious mind, he forced his eyes open to once again take in the undisturbed appearance of his room.

There was no one by his side. There was no one in his room, but whenever Cassian closed his eyes, he could hear voices and see forms while he lingered in limbo.

Cassian finally caught a few, precious hours of dreamless sleep just before dawn broke.

After his alarm rang at 6AM, he languished in the silken sheets of his bed longer than usual. The townhouse was near silent, save for the chirping of birds outside his windows and the faint-but-growing bustle in the city a few blocks away.

Usually, he woke to the smell of brewing coffee but today there was no familiar smell of cacao beans. From that, he inferred that Azriel had both ate out and slept out, which was rare. Unless he had somehow missed hearing Azriel come home; after all, the Shadowsinger could easily mask his presence if he wanted.

While Cassian and Az often went out to bars in the city together, they rarely slept over at a sexual partner’s place to avoid forming any unnecessary attachments. Sex without emotions was just… easier. Less messy.

Before going home with women – or men – Cassian and Az would make their terms clear from the start. Just sex, with no strings attached. And if the individual wasn’t looking for a casual hookup, then they’d part ways, no hard feelings. Nine times out of ten though, the individuals agreed to the terms.

So… not coming home was very unusual for Azriel. Cassian made a mental note to ask his brother what was going on at breakfast later this morning.

Just as he suspected, Azriel was already at the House of Wind when Cassian arrived. He was also surprised to see Nesta, already seated in her usual seat at the dining table. He gave her a cursory nod but that was it; the rejection from last night was still fresh in his mind, and the nightmares hadn’t helped, either.

Perhaps Mor was wrong. Perhaps Nesta really did just need time and space, like he had initially convinced himself.

Cassian poured himself a glass of orange juice, morosely hoping it would jog his spirit or revive whatever was left of his soul. But the lack of sleep was taking its toll so he poured himself a steaming cup of coffee as well, mixing in just enough cream and sugar in to take the bitter edge off.

Nesta seemed to be waiting for him to speak to her, as were Azriel and Mor, who were lounging casually by a column.

But Cassian turned his attention to Mor instead, giving her a lazy grin. “So did you make it to Rita’s last night?”

Mor made an exasperated face at him but started telling them a story about her night, while Azriel listened in the corner, weaving shadows between his fingers. Cassian was only half-listening to her story, although he vaguely felt like he had heard it before…

Nesta vanished shortly after Mor started chattering away, probably retreating to the library.

Neither the Morrigan nor Azriel missed it when Cassian’s eyes followed Nesta out of the room, looking… torn.

Before either of them could say anything, Cassian chucked his head towards Az. “So… where were you last night?” Mor’s brown eyes turned to Az’s face again, but her expression was unreadable.

Az smoothly replied, “Mor and I… had a long talk last night.” Mor nodded, giving a somewhat shaky smile.

Cassian instinctively took a step closer to Mor. “How’d it go?”

Az put his hands up, palms facing forward. “Relax, Cass… I slept on the couch.”

Cassian’s shoulders relaxed a bit as he glanced between their faces, but Mor didn’t refute anything Azriel said.

“Really, it’s fine, Cassian,” Mor said softly. “I mean, it’ll take some time for… things to go back to the way they used to be, and things may never be the same but…”

“‘The truth sets us free,’ remember?” Azriel quoted, smirking at Cassian.

Cassian flushed slightly as he turned on Mor. “You told him I said that?”

Mor pouted. “You flicked my nose!” Cassian rolled his eyes.

Azriel cut in. “So, what about you, brother? What are you going to do about Nesta?”

“Yeah, what are you going to do about Nesta?” Mor chimed in.

Cassian glared at both of them with annoyance, but he just sighed.

Maybe the situation could be remediated by adding a shot of alcohol to his morning coffee.

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The Truth Will Set You Free

Originally posted by danistiel

Pairing: past Dean x soulmate!Reader, past Sam x Reader, Cas
Word count: 2,113
Warnings: Swearing, angst

Part 7 of Dean’s Soul Mate

Dean simply pulled you to him, holding you close. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He breathed, one hand on your back, the other on the back of your head. “Hunter came in telling us you were in the car crying. Sammy told me to come out here, but I thought you hated me.” His voice was soft.

Putting your arms around him, you gripped his shirt and cried. You’d worked so hard to keep your son from this, and now, here it was. “I’m scared for him, Dean.” You admitted. “I’m so scared.” You didn’t have to say anything more, Dean knew exactly what you meant.

He didn’t want you to be taken off guard by seeing Cas for the first time in so long, so he pulled back a bit. Cupping your jaw, he made you look up at him. He hated seeing you so broken like this, but there were things that needed done before he could focus on his feelings for you. “Cas is inside.” He told you softly.

“Cas?” You paled. “D-Wha-” You panicked. “Why?”

Dean kissed your forehead. “I was talking to Sam. He told me to come out here, do the soulmate thing. I told him that you hate me, that the ‘soulmate’ thing didn’t change that, and it wouldn’t comfort you. Then I asked why he didn’t ask Cas to find you. He said he did, that Cas told him you must have warded yourself. That’s when he showed up, told us the truth.”

That brought on a fresh round of tears. Sam knew now that two people he cared about hid Hunter from him. “I’m sorry.” You closed your eyes and shook your head. Feelings were bubbling up that you hadn’t felt in years, that you’d done so well in ignoring. “He probably hates me.” You breathed.

“Cas told me to come out here, too.” He said softly. “Said you’re scared, and you’re fighting this.” Dean swallowed. “But, I know Sam doesn’t hate you, and Hunter is in the living room with them now.” You groaned, resting your forehead on his chest. “Hey, it’ll suck for a bit, sweetheart, I know.” He started. “Right now we need to focus on Hunter, the demon in his school, and then we can talk about whatever the hell is going on between us.”

Biting your lip, you nodded. “Okay.” You breathed, agreeing, before looking up at him. “Dean?” You asked softly, earning a ‘hm?’ in return. “The last time I saw you…  at my old job…did you hate me after that?” Part of you was terrified that he did, but another part of you told you that he deserved it.

Dean shook his head. “Hated you? No. I could never hate you. I was hurt. Hell, I was pissed.” He said honestly. “Then I confronted Sam. All he said was ‘what do you think she felt the night before your wedding?’, and I got it. I hated myself…but never you.”

Nodding, you needed to process this before you could start to talk about it. “Let’s go talk to the guys.” You wanted to get this over with, not sure how Hunter would take all this. “Well, after I get the bags.” You sighed, motioning to the car.

“I’ll get them.”

You chuckled lightly. “I’ll help. There’s a bit there.”

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we are destined to hold two truths:

i love you and i fight you

One of the greatest things about having a relationship with Jesus is that it gives us the ability to rejoice. Not merely in times of ease and prosperity, but also in times of great tribulation. Christ has paid our debt. He’s put our sins behind His back. He has promised to walk beside us through every season of this life; to work all things together for the good of those who love Him. We’ll never be alone or abandoned, for He has a purpose for each of us. We can experience true happiness in good times and bad because when the sun sets at the end of the day, we are forgiven. We are free. We are His.

And really? What’s not to rejoice about?

Best lines from To Pimp A Butterfly

My favorite lines from each track

Wesley’s Theory: “Look both ways before you cross my mind”

For Free? (Interlude): “Oh America, you bad b*tch, I the picked cotton that made you rich, now my d*ck ain’t free”

King Kunta:  “I swore I wouldn’t tell, but most of y’all share bars like you got the bottom bunk in a two man cell”

Institutionalized: “Me, scholarship? No, streets put me through colleges. Be all you can be, true, but the problem is, a dream’s only a dream if work don’t follow it”

These Walls: “Interior pink, color coordinated. I interrogated every nook and cranny, I mean its still amazing before they couldn’t stand me. These walls want to cry tears. These walls happier when I’m here. These walls never could hold up, everytime I come around demolition might crush”

u: “Lovin’ you, lovin’ you, not lovin’ you, one hundred proof. I can feel you vibin’, recognize that your ashamed of me. Yes I hate you too”

Alright: “What you want, a house or a car, 40 acres and a mule, a piano a guitar, anything, see my name is Lucy, I’m your dog. Motherf*cker you can live at the mall”

For Sale? (Interlude): “You said to me, you said your name was Lucy. I said where’s Ricardo? You said oh no, not the show “

Momma: “Thank God for rap, I would say it got me a plaque, but what’s better than that? The fact it brought me back home”

Hood Politics: “The streets don’t fail me now, they tell me it’s a new gang in town, from Compton to Congress, it’s set trippin’ all around. Ain’t nothin’ new but a flow of new DemoCrips and ReBloodlicans. Red state versus a blue state, which one you governin’? They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs. Make it they promise to f*ck with you. No condom they f*ck with you, Obama say, “What it do?”

How Much A Dollar Really Costs: “He looked at me and said, "Your potential is bittersweet" I looked at him and said, "Every nickel is mines to keep" He looked at me and said, "Know the truth, it’ll set you free. You’re lookin’ at the Messiah, the son of Jehovah, the higher power, the choir that spoke the word, the Holy Spirit, the nerve of Nazareth, and I’ll tell you just how much a dollar cost: The price of having a spot in Heaven, embrace your loss, I am God”

Complexion (A Zulu Love): “Dark as the midnight hour or bright as the mornin’ sun, give a f*ck about your complexion, I know what the Germans done”

The Blacker The Berry: “So don’t matter how much I say I like to preach with the Panthers, or tell Georgia State “Marcus Garvey got all the answers”, or try to celebrate February like it’s my B-Day, or eat watermelon, chicken, and Kool-Aid on weekdays, or jump high enough to get Michael Jordan endorsements, or watch BET cause urban support is important. So why did I weep when Trayvon Martin was in the street? When gang banging make me kill a n*gga blacker than me? Hypocrite!

You Ain’t Gotta Lie (Momma Said): “Jealousy (complex), emotional (complex), self-pity (complex), under oath (complex), the loudest one in the room, n*gga, that’s a complex. Let me put it back in proper context: You ain’t gotta lie to kick it my n*gga”

i: “I done been through a whole lot, trial, tribulations, but I know God. The devil wanna put me in a bow-tie, praying that the holy water don’t go dry, yeah yeah”

Mortal Man: “How many leaders you said you needed then left ‘em for dead? Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red? Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shooter you assassin. Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it’s Michael Jackson, oh, when sh*t hit the fan, is you still a fan?”

anonymous asked:

The title of the third Cas episode is strangely satisfying to me, since I saw the 12x10 and 12x12 as roughly dealing with his past and present (even those titles are vaguely past-ish and middle-ish). I'm also excited cause I think it might have the third part of his freely choosing the Winchesters and Humanity(in general and particular). Tho possibly also the cosmic consequences, if they aren't to be a lead-in to the next season. Tho I guess it could just be about the nephilim and his birth.

12.10: Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets– yep that’s about the past. Cas’s past, when he was a loyal soldier to Heaven, followed his orders (at that point in time, anyway), and participating (unknowingly at the time) in something regrettable. By the end of the episode, he’d acknowledged that mistake and attempted to atone for it. He’d received maybe not absolution or forgiveness from Lily, but at the very least they’d both achieved a sort of understanding of the entire truth of that regrettable event.

When the full truth came out, it set them both free. Lily had been seeking revenge for more than a hundred years against the angels who’d wronged her, and in the end she learned that it had just been Ishim. The other angels had been manipulated into following his orders with a lie about her daughter being a nephilim. And Cas learned the truth about Ishim’s obsession with Lily and the horrifying lie he’d told to gain his cooperation in the mission to kill Lily’s daughter. They could both begin to move forward now.

Which brings us to 12.12, Stuck In The Middle (With You). The middle being the present in the past-present-future.

(and oh gosh, I’m having a weird flashback to Dean in 7.12 saying, “’44. I’m stuck in 1944?!” and the cop replies, “We’re all stuck in 1944, ya bunny.” Because yeah, aside from time travel– which defies the laws of standard physics– we’re all stuck in the present, we’re stuck in the middle of wherever we happen to be in space and time, wherever and whenever that happens to be… ya bunny…

Originally posted by frozen-delight

It’s a little confusing. When we’re in the middle of things, we might not be able to fully understand everything that’s going on around us right now. We can’t yet see the whole picture, because events are still unfolding. Even the structure of the episode proved that out, only giving us one limited POV at a time, until everyone got to that barn and we began to see all those points of view converge (well, except Mary’s, since we only saw her full truth unfold when she presented the Colt to Ketch).

Not to mention that entire mission that nearly got Cas killed was predicated on another lie. Like Ishim, Mary hid the source of her information and her true mission from the rest of her “flight.” But at the end, when Cas truly believes he’s dying, he comes out with a powerful truth; the Winchesters (and mostly Dean) are his family. They’ve changed him, and knowing them has been the best part of his life. He loves them. All of them.

And again, the truth set him free. Not the truth about the mission from Mary, but the truth about the weapon that nearly killed him… from Crowley. The other supernatural being that’s earned at least a “weird Uncle Crowley” slot in the Winchester family.

And now 12.19, The Future. I don’t think that needs any explanation. And I don’t really have much more of an explanation just based on the title, but we’ll have the synopsis soon, and with it at least a vague idea of the general plot. :P 

(but based on the fact it was written by both Bobo Berens– who gave us Steve in 9.06– and Meredith Glynn– who Bobo has referred to as his “soulmate” on twitter and gave us the beautiful thing that is that gif up there of Dean with the bun ^^– I think the characters are in good hands for their future)

Since the “past” and the “present” aspects did primarily affect Cas, I’m thinking The Future will definitely apply to Cas’s personal future, with the same sorts of narrative mirrors to other characters in the same way they did in those other two episodes. So yeah, it may be when the nephilim is born, because children are “the future,” and Cas will have a future next season… but what will his future be?

(I mean we know where it’s going by now, right?)

It’s finally the end of the school year! After many months of hard work, we can get the break we deserve. Some people however are most likely preparing for their transition into college/university. It can seem very different and intimidating at first, but after the first couple months or so, you’ll feel more comfortable and change will become a regular routine. This post is for those upcoming freshman who don’t know what to generally expect or for high school students who are just simply curious enough to find contrasts with what feels comfortable right now. So based on my experiences, you can hopefully acquire better knowledge about these uncommonly mentioned differences between high school and college while also feeling less anxious about it!

i. your professors have no filter

When it comes to what high school teachers can and cannot say in a classroom setting, they have restrictions and avoid expressing biased opinions. But in college, professors are free to say whatever they want with little to no consequences. I say this because I was completely caught off guard when I ended up with an instructor that swore after every other sentence and with another who did not shy away from her political views during the presidential election. They have freedom of speech, and you do too. Use it to your advantage!

ii. tardiness isn’t really a thing

Okay I might be stretching the truth a little bit. It really just depends on the professor. While being on time is strictly enforced (along with bringing in a tardy pass each time you’re late) in high school, colleges are essentially more on the lenient side. Some do not like when students are late, others don’t care if they come 5 minutes late or 35 minutes late. And although this may put less time pressure on you, it can come with other consequences if done frequently. Your best option is to always make an effort to come in on time (or even better, EARLY).

iii. various food options

Not gonna lie, the only reason I can say that I love college is because of the food choices that are available. They offer a lot more than most high schools, even with all the fundraising the clubs do. However I wish I cherished the food in high school more, or at least their prices. 99% of places within the university are in my opinion overpriced! If you want to save a couple dollars, you can venture out to food places outside of the university and get student discounts if you present your school ID. Or be prepared to stock up on instant noodles. Either works.

iv. going to the library is very normal

I never fully understood why voluntarily hanging out in the library was such a taboo thing to do in high school. I just knew that people rarely ever went there. University libraries are literally as big as 2-3 high schools combined. Every floor is filled with study areas and computers, so you never run out of places to hang out. They are always busy and filled with students and as a result, the library became my best friend. The library can be YOUR best friend too, especially during study week/finals week.

v. judgmental people

One thing that strongly irked me about high school was how judgmental people tended to be. You would have to listen to rumors and unfavorable opinions about yourself or deal with the silent glaring from people you don’t even know as you walked down the hallways (especially when you’re ALONE). In college, you don’t have to worry about what people think because news flash: nobody really cares!!!! Everyone knows how to mind their own business and are too engulfed with their responsibilities to notice what you’re wearing or that you’re by yourself. It is normal to be sitting by yourself and you are allowed to express yourself without being judged. So go out and do you, for you!

Long story short, you have even more freedom and independence. If you use it responsibly, college will be a rewarding experience. 

To incoming freshman, I’m sending you my best wishes. Happy transitioning!

Super Sons #4

Written by PETER J. TOMASI • Art and cover by JORGE JIMENEZ • Variant cover by DUSTIN NGUYEN

“When I Grow Up” part four! As our young heroes struggle to break free of the deadly Kid Amazo’s control, they discover the truth behind this young villain’s power! But with an army at his command, and his sights set on total domination, the boys will need to put up the fight of their young lives to stop him! Is the key to stopping him not beating him but helping him?
On sale MAY 17 • 32 pg, FC, $3.99 US • RATED T

Sadness is my power.

I heal people’s wounds with it. I heal my own wounds with it. I teach people how to wield it but more sadly—people dismiss it for pessimism or nihilism, and I can’t really blame them for telling me that I should be more positive and that I should choose to be happy and that I should avoid thoughts that make me sad and think of positive thoughts instead.

The thing is—sadness cannot be buried alive with positive thoughts. Positive thoughts will only serve as fertilizer to the sadness that is planted deep beneath a person’s heart. And when sadness is neglected for a long period of time—it could grow into anger and irritation. And that’s the reason why some people experience burnout in life because we live in a society that romanticizes over exhaustion and over positive thinking that we forget that expressing our sadness to the people we love in life is the key to our total well-being which is much better than temporary happiness that is caused by sadness suppressing self-affirmations that are a common practice these days.

So rather than using over exhaustion to improve ourselves why don’t we give self-care and self-love a chance by being more truthful in what we truly feel. And then find the energy that we need in whatever we do in life from the comfort and sympathy of the people we love in times of sadness and happiness. And then we can reciprocate by spending quality time with the people we love whether they’re happy or sad. Because the human emotion is like a piano composed of white and black keys. And the black keys creates beautiful music too when combined with the white keys.

In conclusion, the key to successful well-being is being emotionally literate. And it all starts by accepting the emotions that we’re truly feeling. After all the truth will always set us free.

—  Juansen Dizon // The Healing Power of Sadness

Every great teacher since the beginning of time has said to look within and find the truth, for the truth of what we really are will set us free.  If what is to be found within ourselves were something to feel guilty about, something that is rotten, evil and negative, then all the world’s great teachers would not advise us to look there.

  ~  David R. Hawkins

Troye Sivan - Blue Neighbourhood Starters
  • • "cause when you look like that, i've never ever wanted to be so bad"
  • • "kiss me on the mouth and set me free"
  • • "only fools fall for you"
  • • "the truth is, the stars are falling babe"
  • • "i used to be the one you'd come to, when it'd all go to shit"
  • • "i don't keep love around anymore"
  • • "i'd rather fuel a fantasy than deal with this alone"
  • • "she had a heart, but she sold it for that weekend up in the islands"
  • • "if i'm loosing a part of me, maybe i don't want heaven"
  • • "truth so loud you can't ignore my youth"
  • • "i'm just a lost boy, not ready to be found"
  • • "you don't have to say i love you to say i love you"
  • • "have you heard me on the radio? did you turn it up?"
  • • "that liquid guilt is on my lips"
  • • "i'm only seeing myself, when i'm looking up at you"