Misdialed Call (Part Two)

Summary: After an overall bad day, you call your best friend to rant and to vent. But when you accidentally misdial, you end up talking to a complete stranger. What you don’t know is that this stranger may not be a stranger at all. He may even be the world’s first superhero.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 752

Previous Part: Part One

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There are many types of magic in the world. Amongst one of the purest forms of magic is truename magic. Everything in the world has a true name, a word that encapsulates the whole of their being. Ordinary arcane magic relies on a combination of spoken word, magic ingredient and/or mystic gesture. With truename magic, one only has to vocalize, using the true words which make up the fabric of the universe. However, the truename magic is very precise, relying heavily on intonation. Pronouncing a word wrong usually means the words fizzle, but certain higher powers of the multiverse have names which are able to twist back and damage those who use them incorrectly.

Word archons are the heavenly beings tasked with holding up the sanctity of truename magic. Flying on wings of paper, these archons strike down those who pervert true names to fulfil evil purposes. They are especially studious archons and will make sure to know the true name of their hated target so that their magic will land more effectively.

Name magic is something I always found quite fascinating. It’s a fairly common fantasy trope, with magic generally being treated as using the original words of the universe. Knowing an entity’s real name is definitely one that gets used and gets mentioned a lot in occult texts. I think Ursula LeGuin’s Earthsea series is probably one of the better known examples. Voldemort from Harry Potter kinda has a similar thing going on, but that’s less that his name is inherently magic and more that he’s put charms on his own name.

I like to call word archons librariangels.

Shamefully channeling @shenanimation’s style for this. Look at their stuff, it’s neat.

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Brett Dalton : I have no words. Bill Paxton didn’t just play my mentor on the show, he became one in real life. The world is a sadder place without him

@BrettDalton : Words can’t describe my sadness this morning. Bill Paxton didn’t just play my mentor on @agentsofshield he became my mentor in real life. They don’t make people like him anymore. He oozed charm, he improvised some of the most iconic movie lines of all time, and he could tell a story that would stop an entire production because everyone was laughing. My thoughts are with his family. The world is a much sadder place without him.

i just LOVE that the Italian make up artist of Suicide Squad who won the Oscars gave a speech in Italian despite the English speaking crowd in front of them and dedicated the Oscars to all the immigrants who work in the world like he is, beautiful words really 

Sunrise on Another World

For Platonic VLD Week! First prompt: Moonlight/Sunlight

Words: 1017
Characters: Hunk and Shay
Summary: Hunk wants to show Shay everything, and after the war, he finally gets the chance.

“I just want to show you everything,” he told her. “When the war is over… There’s so much to see. You think seeing the sky is great… Wow. There’s a lot more. I want to show you everything.”

Shay smiled, her facing shining like the sky she loved so dearly, and Hunk smiled back.

It was a long war. A trying war. A draining war. Hunk saw things he’d never imagined, did things he never wanted to do, and lost more than he had ever known he had. But they won, in the end. Zarkon was defeated, the Galra Empire was broken, and local peoples were starting to figure out what freedom meant. Then, and only then, did Hunk get to keep his promise.

He landed on the Balmera in the yellow lion tired and worn, but triumphant. Rejuvenated, just to step foot on the rocky crust of the homeliest place he’d found in the universe, outside his true home. Shay ran to meet him, beaming like a thousand thousand stars, and he smiled back.

She stumbled to a halt and stood facing him, staring, her face falling not to dismay, but to solemnity at the least. He tried to smile harder, to reassure her, but she reached for him. Slow at first, cautious. As if he might refuse. Hunk stood still, gave her a nod. She could do what she liked with him. Shay touched the new scar that crossed his cheek, trailing from his eye to his chin.

“Does it pain you?” she asked, so soft, so gentle. As ever, Shay was the softest person Hunk had ever known, never mind the toughness of her skin, the solidity of her spine.

He smiled and shook his head. “Not at all. It’s a…a badge of honor, Shiro says. A point of pride. But never mind that. Can you come with me? Can I show you?”

Her smile returned, slow and broad and soft, soft, soft. “Yes, please. I must needs say farewell to my family, first, but then… Yes. I want to see everything there is to see.”

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I’m so confounded by the way we’re raised to value attractiveness as the ultimate achievement in life. The never ending race to achieve something so abstract, its such an unnecessary burden on us. I spent the first half of my life trying to figure out what constitutes beauty and ultimately defining myself as ugly and nothing else because of constant comparisons and insults from boys which eventually shaped my own view of my appearance. I took more stock in insults from men than in compliments from anyone else because the world taught me the superiority of the male gaze. Words like “beautiful” have no absolutely meaning to me now coming from men because I learned at a young age that those weren’t words for me and have no association with my face, my body. Now that I’m older and find myself “fitting” the standards of beauty my subconscious is torn between flattery and disgust. The little girl in me feels flattered and successful in being the recipient of attention and compliments while being a man’s ideal but the current me feels uncomfortable, confused, and slightly wronged. When boys/men hit on me I feel like I’m playing the wrong part of a script and I can’t comprehend the concept. It’s hard for me to grasp the idea of beauty, it’s fluctuation, and it’s forced significance over the course of our lives.

Lucifer Drabble Request

This was requested by @drunkkarkitty: For the love lyric thing, can you do #7 “The world is ugly, but you’re beautiful to me.” with Lucifer? :)

Word count: 207

Warnings: Fluff

Lucifer pulled you closer to him.  You were still asleep when he wrapped his arms around you.  The way you snuggled into his chest, made him smile.  While he was away during the day, all he could think about was you.

“I realized something today [Y/N],” Lucifer mumbled lowly, petting your hair as he talked.  “The world is ugly, but you’re beautiful to me.  I know you will never see yourself the way I do.  Humans are weird like that.”

The fallen archangel glanced down at you, making sure that you were still asleep.  He enjoyed talking to you while you slept.  He knew you would never know what his words were or what they meant, but he was fine with that.

“No matter where I am during the day,” Lucifer continued, keeping his voice as quiet as possible.  “I can’t help myself.  I think about you all day.  I almost can’t wait to come back here and spend time with you.  There’s something special about you angel.”

When you wrapped an arm around him, he thought he had woken you up.  However, you were still fast asleep.  Lucifer pressed you flush against his chest, pressing a kiss to your forehead.  He loved nights like these.

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I want to speak about bodies changed into new forms. You, gods, since you are the ones who alter these, and all other things, inspire my attempt, and spin out a continuous thread of words, from the world’s first origins to my own time.
—  Ovid

anonymous asked:

hi.. I’m not neurotypical, but i’m very afraid of being ableist (especially to other neurodivergents), especially because being unintentionally ableist has already ruined a very important friendship of mine. Do you have any advice about how to avoid being unintentionally ableist?

well ur asking the wrong person but it really depends what you said?

if you just used a word like “stupid/crazy” then it’s up to the person you’re talking to to make it clear they don’t want the word used around them.

By the way you type you don’t sound like someone who says the r slur or makes jokes in bad taste so just realise that no matter what you do, you’re always going to make some sort of mistake. I could give you all the advice in the world, you could follow it to the word and still say something ableist unintentionally. 

I think if anyone is bothered by something you say unintentionally, just say it was unintentional and try to move on. There’s not point telling people what to and what not to find offensive, if you are friends with someone and you care about them and you happen upon this disagreement and you know you only said something minor (e.g. “this headcanon is stupid”) then you’ve got to assess the situation, ask yourself if your conversational partner is worth talking to (for your mental health, assess this on the way they react to the MINOR thing you’ve said e.g. have they pointed out they’re uncomfortable or have they just cut to yelling at you?) and then after that either work it out or decide they aren’t worth the effort.

it’s always good to ask for opinions from ppl you trust too? If you have a friend who’s  unbiased and will tell you if you’ve fucked up then ask them, that’s literally all you can really do.