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We know we have this place in us…where we dream of gods, of monsters, and of unknown skies where three suns or eight moons are rising and setting. Somewhere in the deepest resources of the soul in all people is a place of perfect bliss- and a place of ultimate horror. This is the Twelfth House.
— 

Erin Sullivan

Eos/Aurora

Originally posted by flyngdream

Small devotional acts.

  • Wake up an hour earlier than you normally do and spend the time being fully present and enjoying the moment.
  • Wear pastels or soothing colors.
  • Burn candles that make you feel calm and content.
  • Make yourself a cup of tea in the morning.
  • Watch the sun rise and burn away the pales of dawn.
  • Do morning yoga.
  • Decorate with gentle, soothing colors.
  • Eat breakfast each morning and dedicate it to her.
  • Use Eos products. No shame.
  • Leave seed out for the birds that sing at dawn.
  • Get yourself a cozy morning sweater.
  • Paint using the colors of dawn – it can be as messy as you want!
  • Listen to soothing music.
  • Sit in a coffee shop.
  • Go outside when it’s misty or foggy.
  • Start a consistent morning routine.
  • Make someone smile or laugh.
  • Enjoy your next early morning drive.
  • Collect dew.
  • Create artwork of her.
  • Wake up early.
  • Drink a cup of coffee outside.
  • Journal in the morning, add poetry and artwork that capture the feeling of the moment.
  • Find the flowers that only bloom in the morning.
  • Learn more about the birds that sing in the morning.
  • Listen to soothing music.
  • Swim in a river.
  • PRACTICE LOVING YOURSELF
  • Many, many, many other things not said here.

With contributions from: @artwitchpath

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Reunited Siblings (Pilot, S1, Ep1, Part 2)

Supernatural- Season 1 Episode 1 Part 2
Words- 3,809
Warnings- None.

Part 1- A Beginning

“What?” You repeated your question from earlier, you sat in Dean’s precious impala after packing your bags. He speeded down the highway, not even bothering to give you a glance as his grip harden on the steering wheel. You turned your body and stared at him, the sun was beginning to rise in the distance, the light hit his hair and made it seem lighter than it actually was. “Sam left this life, he wanted out” You say, gently shaking your head as you watched his jaw clench in anger, you could practically feel it radiating from him. “he escaped, don’t drag him back into this.”
“He left us.” Dean said, he kept his gaze on the road, you turned your body away from him and sat properly, facing out of the windshield. “Besides we need his help.” You let out a scoff and rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest.
“He got out and now you want to drag him back in.” You say, clenching your jaw and looking out the window at the passing scenery. “Typical.” You mumble and leaned back into the seat. Dean didn’t say anything else, wanting to drop the subject. A deep sigh escaped before you looked at the blond haired man next to you. “So what happened to John?” You ask him, he glances at you. His candy apple green eyes stood out to you the most on his facial features.
“He hasn’t called in several weeks.”
“So? He’s probably busy.” You shrug “It’s typical of him, he’s most likely holed up in some motel room with a pack of beer and possibly a lucky lady, he probably forgot to call.” Dean stared at you for a few moments before rolling his eyes and turning his attention back towards the road.
“This time around is different.” He said as you tapped your fingers on your lap.
“Different how?” You stopped tapping your fingers in a rhythm of some song at what he said next
“He’s on a hunting trip.”

***
The drive to Stanford lasted the rest of the day, which felt long due to you repeating the same thing over and over again like a broken record; “We can do this without him. Don’t drag him back into this life.” to which Dean replied by a swift eye roll, a “shut your pie hole” before turning up his music that he just turned down moments before you opened your mouth. It wasn’t until late at night when you arrived onto the street Sam’s apartment was at. Once Dean parked the car on the side of the road in front of the apartment.
“I still think we can do this without him.” You say one last time, trying to make Dean leave him out of this. Dean glances at you before opening his door and getting out, you roll your eyes before following his lead and getting out of the impala yourself. “He’s not going to be happy to see you.” You say, leaning against the door after shutting it, Dean walks around the car and raises an eyebrow at you. Crossing your arms over your chest, you stare into the windows of the dark apartment.
“What makes you say that?” Dean says “You haven’t talked to him since he left us.”
“Actually” You say, shifting your full attention to the man standing next to you, his hands were in his brown trench coat and his eyes were on you. “I have, Sam and I talk to each other nearly everyday, you’re the one who didn’t bother to pick up the phone or send a quick email.” It was true, you and Sam talked almost everyday, you knew everything about that boy like the back of your hand; he was your best friend, along with Dean, of course. You were the only person Sam told that he was going to purpose to Jess, who you still had yet to meet.
“Then why didn’t you call him or text him, whatever you do, that we were dropping by?” He raised his eyebrow. You frowned and furrowed your eyebrows together.
“Because” You hissed and glared at him, shaking your head as your hands gripped onto your arms a bit tightly. “I was too busy trying to get you to turn around, I didn’t bother to call him.” Dean smirked at you, you so badly wanted to punch that smirk off of his face. Without saying anything, he turned around on his heels and began to walk towards the apartment. “Dean.” You hissed at the man, he didn’t look over his shoulder at you as he walked through the metal gate that caused you to become more angry. “Dean!” You hissed once more before jogging after the man. After going through the gate and shutting it behind you, you come to a stop. Pressing your lips together and clenching your hands into fists in anger as you watched as Dean opened a window and turned around to look at you, the smirk was still on his face.
“Ladies first.” He said, you shook your head before walking over to the window and pulling yourself up and over the ceil, landing yourself silently in a dark room. You looked at Dean as he began to pull himself through the window before you turned your gaze to observe the room. The moonlight that shined through the window shined onto the carpeted floor, the outline of furniture was and picture frames could be seen from where you were standing. You took a couple of steps away from the window as Dean falls silently onto the floor before standing up and dusting himself off. He gives you a wink before walking past beaded strings hanging in a doorway. You go in the opposite direction, taking a few steps before stopping to observe a picture frame. In it held the a picture of a brown haired man and a blond female, both of them had their mouths open in what seemed like laughter frozen in time. You jump a couple of feet in the air at the sound of a loud thump coming from the direction Dean went in, quickly you turned around and rushed towards where the sound came from.
“Whoa, easy, tiger.” Dean says, Sam was pinned underneath him and out of breath. One of Dean’s hands were wrapped around his younger brother’s neck and the other held his wrist. You crossed your arms as you watched the scene unfold.
“Dean?” Sam says breathlessly causing Dean to laugh, the corners of his eyes had crows feet, a small smile spread across your face despite the anger you still had towards the smiling man. “You scared the crap out of me!”
“That’s cause you’re out of practice.” The older brother says, the smirk that had once disappeared returned again as he stared at the man underneath him. Sam grabs Dean’s hand and yanks, slamming his heel into Dean’s back. You winced as you watched Dean and Sam switch positions. The younger brother was now on top of the older brother.
“Or not.” You say, your smile turned into a smirk as Dean glances at you and rolled his eyes.
“Get off me.” Dean says and Sam does so, the two of them stood up and readjusted their clothes after Sam helped Dean up from the floor.
“What the hell are you guys doing here?” Sam asks, he looks at you, the angry look in his eyes disappeared and was replaced by a gentler gaze. A small smile spreads across your face as you take in his facial features, a had some scruff on his face and bags underneath his eyes from late night studying. This was the first time you had seen him in person since the night he left.
“Well, we were looking for a beer.” Dean jokes before he turns serious at the look Sam gave him. “Okay, alright, we gotta talk.” You scoff and shake your head, this seemed like a talk long overdue between brothers.
“Uh, the phone?” Sam says, glancing at you with a raised eyebrow. You had his number, the two of you talked nearly every day, why didn’t you just call him and give Dean the phone? You looked at him and shook your head, turning back to Dean.
“If I’d call, would you have picked up?” Dean says, the answer to the question was no, all of you knew that. The lights turned on, blinding the three of you for a few seconds before your eyes adjusted. You walked over to Dean and stood next to him as your eyes landed on a curly blond haired female in a Smurfs shirt and a pair of pajama shorts which were very, very short.
“Sam?” She asks, her gaze was on his tall figure, which was taller then you remember. The three of you looked at her, a flirtatious smile spread across Dean’s face as he looked her up and down.
“Jess. Hey.” Sam says, walking towards her and wrapping an arm around her waist before looking at the two of you. “Dean, Y/n, this is my girlfriend.” Your eyes light up at the word ‘girlfriend’ it was nice to put a face to the name Sam had talked so much about over the phone.
“Wait your brother Dean?” Jess asks before turning her gaze to you “and Y/n?” A smile spread across her face and her own eyes light up, this was the first time she was meeting someone related to the infamous Sam Winchester and his best friend, Y/n. Sam nods as Dean grins and begins to take a few steps towards her, you quickly grab onto his trench coat and pull him towards you.
“Oh, I love the Smurfs” Dean says, you glare at him and elbow him in the ribs but that didn’t stop him from continuing to flirt. “You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother’s league.” Jess shuffles a bit, looking uncomfortable. You glared daggers at the man next to you before looking at the uncomfortable female a few feet away from you and giving her an apologizing look.  
“Just let me put something on.” She says and turns around to leave but Dean’s voice stopped her.
“No, no, no, I wouldn’t dream of it, seriously.” Dean says, slowly licking his lips.
“Dean!” You hissed at him, punching his arm, he glared at you before the two of you turned your attention back to the couple in front of you. Sam watched Dean, his expression was stony.
“Anyway” Dean says, walking towards Sam and stopping a couple of feet away from him without taking his eyes off of the blond female. “We gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business.” You walk towards the boy’s and stop next to them
“It was nice to meet you.” You say, Jess didn’t need to get involved with what lurks in the dark, she doesn’t need to know.
“No.” Sam says, he wraps his arm once more around Jess’s waist and looks at the two of you with his eyebrows raised. “No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her.” You shook your head, what was about to be said, none of you wanted the female to know about.
“Okay” You say and look at the two of them “Um, your dad is on a hunting trip.”
“So, he’s working overtime on a Miller’s Time shift. He’ll stumble back sooner or later.” That’s similar to what you said earlier. You look down at your feet and let Dean take the wheel, he was Sam’s brother after all, he has to be the one to break the news.
“Dad’s on a hunting trip.” Dean says, staring directly at Sam “And he hasn’t been home in a few days.” Sam stares at Dean, not changing his stony expression as he takes in the information, Jess looks up at him and back to you, curiosity and concern shined in her eyes.
“Jess, excuse us” Sam says and takes a few steps towards the two of you “we have to go outside.”
***
The three of you walked down the stairwell as silently as you could so you wouldn’t wake up the residents in the apartment building. Sam was now wearing a hoodie and Jeans instead of his t shirt and underwear from earlier.
“I mean, come on.” Sam says as he lead the two of you down the steps to the main floor. “You can’t just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you guys.” You scoff as you trailed behind the two boys.
“That’s what I told him.” You say, your hand on the railing.
“You’re not hearing me, Sammy.” Dean says, he shook his head gently as he stared at the back of his brother’s head. “Dad’s missing. I need you to help me find him.” Sam laughs, you raise an eyebrow at that.
“You remember the poltergeist in Amherst?” Sam says, stopping and turning around to look at his brother for a moment, you and Dean stopped in your tracks as you stared at the younger brother. He raised an eyebrow before Dean nodded and Sam continued to walk down the stairs. “Or the Devil’s Gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He’s always missing, and he’s always fine.” Sam says, you remembered the two situations as vividly like the day it happened. You and the brothers were concerned for their father’s well being and searched wildly for the man until he call the motel room a couple weeks later to tell you guys he was alright. Dean stops and causes Sam and you to stop, before you walked down a couple of steps, reaching the landing, and stood next to Sam, turning around to look at Dean.
“Not for this long. Now are you gonna come with us or not?” Dean asks, Sam shakes his head.
“I’m not.” Sam says, you look at the giant with a proud gaze. It took guts telling his brother no.
“Why not?” Dean asks, you roll your eyes. He was like a stubborn child not getting what he wanted.
“I swore I was done hunting. For good.” He says, you smile, proud that he got out of something that was too easy to get into but extremely hard to escape the life of.
“Come on. It wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t that bad.” Dean says, you and Sam roll your eyes as you let out a scoff.
“Yeah?” Sam says “When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45.”
“And he even taught Sam and I how to shoot a gun when we were kids.” You say, shaking your head. Normally parents don’t let their kids handle dangerous weapons. The three of you stop at the entrance to the building
“Well, what was he supposed to do?” Dean asks, raising an eyebrow. You cross your arms and look away from the man.
“Y/n and I were nine years old! He was supposed to say, don’t be afraid of the dark.” Sam says,
“He was suppose to treat us like the age we were, not like soldiers.” You say, looking at the man. He stared at you with a bit of anger in his green eyes.
“Don’t be afraid of the dark?” He growls, his hands turns into fists at his sides. “Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what’s out there.”
“Yeah I know, but still. The way we grew up after Mom was killed, and dad’s obsession to find the thing that killed her.” Dean glances outside.
“But we still haven’t found the damn thing. So we kill everything we find.”
“We save a lot of people too.” Dean argues, Sam presses his lips together.
“You think Mom and Y/n’s parents would have wanted this for us?” You glance between the brothers, your arms wrapped around yourself. Dean angrily looks between the two of you before opening up the door and storming out. You winced as the door slammed into the wall.
***
You and Sam walked through the front gate and towards Dean, who stood on the sidewalk, rubbing his face.
“The weapon training, and melting into silver bullets?” Sam say’s as you walked together. “Man, guy’s, we were raised like warriors.” The three of you walk towards the impala.
“So, what are you going to do?” Dean said, he opened his arms in a wide gesture. “You’re just gonna live some normal apple pie life? Is that it?” You roll your eyes, this boy will not give up.
“No. Not normal. Safe.” You say for Sam, he glances at you and smiles appreciatively before he looks back at his older brother.
“And that’s why he ran away.” Dean says, glaring at you.
“I was just going to college.” Sam cuts in, stopping a fight that was going to start between the two of you. “It was Dad who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone. And that’s what I’m doing.”
“Yeah, well, Dad’s in real trouble right now. If he’s not dead already. I can feel it.” Dean says, Sam falls silent as you look away from the two brothers. “Y/n and I can’t do this alone.”
“Yes you can.” Sam says, Dean looks down at his shoes.
“Yeah, well, I don’t want to.” You sigh at Dean’s statement. The two of you worked together before without Sam, the only difference now Dean wants Sam’s help to look for their missing father. Sam sighs, looking down before rubbing his face and looking up again.
“What was he hunting?” Sam asks, you look at him as he stares at his brother, avoiding eye contact with you. Dean opens the trunk of the Impala and then the spare tire compartment. Every Time you see the weapons, you can’t help but widen your eyes in amazement. It was like the first time you saw it when you were told of the monsters that were real, that was the same day John introduced you to the hunting life.
“All right, let’s see, where the hell did I put that thing?” Dean mumbles as he searches through the clutter.
“So when Dad left, why didn’t you and Y/n go with him?” Sam asks, as you and him watch Dean search.
“Y/n and I were working our own gig. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans.”
“Dad let you guys go on a hunting trip by yourselves?” You and Dean look at Sam.
“Dude, I’m twenty- two and Dean’s twenty-six.” You say, leaning against the car as Dean pulled out some papers out of a yellow folder. “Okay, here we go.” You push yourself off of the car as Dean handed one of the papers to Sam. “So John was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy.” You point at the paper Sam held. “They found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA.” Sam looks up from the paper and looks at you. You already knew everything on that document Sam held. ‘Andrew Carey MISSING’ was imprinted into your mind, you could see the bold outlines on the backside of the paper due to the moonlight. The thought of becoming a missing person and being on one of those flyers made a shiver run down your spine.
“So maybe he was kidnapped.” Sam says, shrugging.
“Yeah. Well, here’s another one in April.” Dean says and hands another paper to him. “Another one in December ‘oh-four, 'oh-three, 'ninety-eight, 'ninety-two, ten of them over the past twenty years.” With each date Dean handed a paper to Sam. The older brother takes back the papers and puts them in the folder he held.
“All men, all the same five-mile stretch of road.” You say, Sam looks at you and back to Dean as the older brother pulls out a bag from the arsenal.
“It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. We hadn’t heard from him since, which is bad enough.” Dean adds as he grabs a hand held tape recorder. “Then I get this voicemail yesterday.” He presses a button causing it to play You listened to the voicemail for what seemed like the tenth time, it was staticky and the signal was breaking up.  
“Dean…something big is starting to happen…I need to try and figure out what’s going on. It may… Be very careful, Dean. We’re all in danger.” John’s voice ends after Dean pressed stop.
“You know there’s EVP on that?” Sam says causing you to smile.
“Not bad, Sammy.” You grin, he rolls his eyes.
“All right. I slowed the message down, I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got.” Dean says before pressing play once again.
“I can never go home…” A woman’s voice says causing Sam to raise an eyebrow.
“Never go home…” Sam repeats and looks between the two of you, a look of curiosity on his face. Dean puts the recorder back into the bag before closing the trunk and leaning against it.
“You know, in almost two years I’ve never bothered you, never asked you for a thing.” Dean says, you lean against the trunk next to him, stuffing your hands in your pocket. Sam looks away from the both of you and lets out a sigh before looking back.
“All right. I’ll go. I’ll help you find him.” Sam said the words Dean has been waiting to hear since you and him got here. You couldn’t help but feel excited at being back together with the boys once again, even if it was temporary, until you find John.
“But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here.” Sam says before turning around but stops once he hears Dean’s question.
“What’s first thing Monday?”
“Sammy has an interview.” You say, a proud smile on your face.
“What, a job interview? Skip it.” Dean said, you shake your head and gently punch Dean on his arm for being rude.
“It’s a law school interview, and it’s my whole future on a plate.” Sam says, turning around and looking directly at his brother.
“Law school?” Dean says, a small smirk spread across his face despite your glare towards the green eyed man next to you.
“So we got a deal or not?” Sam asks, Dean doesn’t say anything. You nod at Sam.
“Yeah.” You say, a smile on your lips as you looked at the younger brother. “We do.”


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Everyone goes a little crazy when the clock strikes 12.
Some drink and smoke until the sun rises,
Others sleep so deeply not a single noise can wake them.


But people like me?
We over think, not over drink.
We don’t sleep, just simply sink.

And we wait til the sun releases the shackles of our minds.

And you? Which one are you?

—  @lunadefierro

Oh my god, The Three-Body Problem is slamming my buttons like a toddler in an elevator

The Cultural Revolution section ends with a bunch of ominous setup, and then the jump to the modern day comes with “physics is fake, there’s a countdown in the center of your vision whenever you do certain things, and your acquaintances can wield universe-shaping power and may not be benevolent.”

And now we’re in a VR game that ties into the acquaintances, with exchanges like this:

A: “How can the sun tell us the time? We’re in the midst of a Chaotic Era.”

B: “It’s so cold!”

C: “When the sun comes out it will be warmer.”

B: “Are you pretending to be some kind of oracle?”

C: “Everyone can see that the sun will rise in an hour!”

A: “This is a chaotic era!”