anonymous asked:

Xo, Sans, one day Frisk shall be mine, and then you'll fuck off (don't take this as threatening but a prevision) ;D

* are you fuckin’ kidding me right now-
* is this aaron?!
* don’t you fuckin’ touch my girl you filthy bastard-
* i will destroy your stupid seahorse ass!!!
* i don’t care if you’ve got a 10 pack it don’t mean shit!!!!

Hey I know this one!  It’s pretty!

Sonnet 18 was the very first of Shakespeare’s sonnets I had ever read and continues to be a favorite of mine.  It’s even more so now BECAUSE IT DOESN’T TALK ABOUT HAVING CHILDREN FOR THE GOOD OF THE WORLD, PERSONAL INVESTMENT, OR PRESERVING PRETTINESS!!!!

Originally posted by tiggausrs

Really the only issue I have with the poem is that I learned it a looooong time ago when I was in my first ever Shakespeare summer day camp (yeah I was one of those kids stop laughing, it was awesome!) We spent the week learning a very condensed version of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, but to help kids (ranging from like…8 to 13 if I remember correctly…I was one of the younger ones so who knows?) we read sonnet 18 and talked about what it could mean blah blah blah, AND THEN one of our teachers sang it to music he had written.  I loved it.  Except, any time I read the poem, I feel like I need to sing it.  Sort of like I can’t read Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats  without hearing Cats in my head.  

I love this poem.  Unlike it’s 17 predecessors doesn’t really focus on needing to combat Death, Time, or Decay by having children.  Rather, the poet focuses on creating a lasting monument to his subject through the words he leaves on the page.  Maybe he’s given up on the whole having kids bit, or maybe he was also sick of the subject matter, who knows but I’ll take it.  Plus, who could turn down this kind of compliment?

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?  Thou art more lovely and more temperate.” (lines 1 and 2.)

I just think the language of this poem is just prettier than a lot of the previous ones too.  It feels more poetic if that makes any sense at all.  

Perhaps it’s because I’m biased, but I think if you’re wary of reading Shakespeare’s sonnets, the 18th is a good one to start with because it is pretty well known so there’s a lot of information out there, there’s several recordings if you’re really more of an auditory learner too unlike some of Willie’s less popular ones!

A Lover’s Dream

I close my eyes
And, worry not
If I ever cross
Your mind—
‘Cause that’s only
For you to tell, my love
And for me to 
Silently wish for.

Oh, my love!
I’d gladly do anything
Just to know
If I have a part,
Even just a small one—
in thine own heart
For it is my greatest joy
To hear it from your own lips.

Oh, this dream of mine may be
Only for today or within this hour
But I’d like you to know
That once I fall in love,
It shall never die
And instead, will always
Remain in my heart forever.

I dreamed for you, my love
To feel the same for me
If not today—
Tomorrow shall be fine for me
For I shall wait and wait
Till that day finally comes
When you would think of me
Not as your lover but as your other half—
And, you and I shall be as one.

okamizere x

That cold gaze of the host caused a brief smirk to appear upon the pale lips of the Waka. He had remained the same, which was quite an amusing challenge that he was willing to take. “ You still lack of manners as a host, I see. “ His one hand extended for the man to pull him close. “ Since you have a day off, your remained time shall be mine.” He didn’t bother with an explanation. Who was that guy to question the Waka’s plans? “ I will bring you back by the first lights of the morning. Don’t worry about your work. “ It was going to be a trip to out of the city. Considering the time he had spent isolated from the society, he had deserved having such a fun. 

anonymous asked:

What is Baldr's favorite tradition? Can be one from either Asgard or one of the other realms.

‘’Mine is the festival of the summer solstice, not simply because it falls upon the day of my birth. All of Asgard does welcome in the last day of the summer, keeping lit the burning fires and jovial spirits throughout the shortest night of the year. The realm burns more brightly than the stars that night, the day filled with prayer for the suns that shall slowly fail to rise as winter approaches. 

Skin is painted, songs are sung and people dance, wild with the delight on another year passed and the happiness of drink. It, perhaps, is the only feast and festival I do not mind spending each moment within, for it is where my light comes into play. Children beg for illusions and tricks, to see me weave the very sun about myself and those around me, and fire is bent in the battle of dances as warriors and I compete once darkness falls, each striving to fight it away.

I think, perhaps, it is the one night where I do not fear the shadows.’’

Ladybird Luck

Ship: Nuna (NevillxLuna. Took me a while to figure it out hah.)

One word: Ladybug (but if it’s okay I shall refer to them as ladybirds since all this will be in Britain.)

Warnings: None.

For: @but-im-the-chosen-one, a close real-life friend of mine.  ^^

Scenario: Luna explains to Neville the importance of lucky ladybirds

Send me a ship and one word!


Luna was known for being a little … odd.  She wore radish earrings and strange glasses and read things like the Quibbler and could go on for hours about nargles (whatever nargles actually were).  Thus, nobody seemed very surprised when she showed up in Hogsmead one day covered from head to foot in ladybird garb.  Her dress itself was a solid black, but she wore a red cloak covered in black spots, almost like it was a pair of wings ready to open and fly her away.  She was wearing another strange pair of glasses, these more like goggles, that covered her eyes and made them look like they were three times as large as normal, and to top it all off, she was wearing a pair of antennae.  To a passerby, the headpiece might have been a strange crown, but when examined closely, it was undoubtedly supposed to be a set of antennae. 

Of course, being that this was Luna, nobody thought much of the costume.  What people did find to be a little strange was the amount of snooping she was doing around the bushes in the town.  She was crawling through them on her hands and knees, getting grass stains on her black dress and dirt on her hands.  She seemed quite content to carry on with her search no matter how many people gave her odd looks. 

Now it just so happened that a certain Neville Longbottom was in town at the same time as Luna, and a lucky thing too.  If it hadn’t been for him, she would have put her hand right on top of a certain plant …

“Watch it!” Neville warned, pulling Luna away from the plant.  “Touch that and you’ll get boils the size of snitches.”

Luna smiled sweetly at Neville.  “I’m terribly sorry for frightening you, Neville.  I was simply hunting for ladybirds.”

Neville raised his eyebrows.  “Ladybirds?  Does that explain the costume?”

Luna laughed.  “Yes, I’m trying to attract as many ladybirds as possible.”

“For what?”

“Luck, of course.  Surely you’ve heard that ladybirds bring luck.”

Neville shrugged.  “I thought that was a Muggle myth.”

“The muggles have adopted it,” Luna explained.  “But it started with witches in the Middle Ages.”  She walked over to a different patch of plants to begin her search over again.

Neville followed Luna quickly.  “Wait up Luna.  Can’t have you sticking your hands in any more dangerous plants.”  He knelt next to her to help her search.  “So what’s the big deal with ladybirds?  What sorts of luck do they bring?”

“Oh it’s more than luck,” Luna said.  “They help in all sorts of ways.”

“Tell me.”

Luna smiled.  “Their spots, for one, are pretty important.  There are different versions of the story, but one version says that the number of spots a ladybird has will tell you how many months of good luck you’ll have.”

Neville frowned.  “And then what?  The rest of your months will be full of bad luck?”

Luna laughed.  “I’m not sure.  That’s why I want to find some ladybirds and find an answer for myself.”

Neville nodded slowly.  “That’s it then?”

“Oh no.  Some also say that if a young maiden finds a ladybird and lets it crawl across her hand, she’ll find a lover within a year.”

“A lover?”

Luna nodded.  “Yes.”

“So you’re in this both for luck and love?”

“I suppose so, but I’m in it mostly for the sake of learning.  I’ll help my father write an article for the Quibbler based on my findings.”

Neville smiled.  “Very well then Ms. Lovegood.  I’ll give you a hand with your search.”


The two hunted for what felt like hours before Neville finally decided he needed a break.  They’d hunted through most of the garden patches outside of shops and taverns in the town, and had gotten more than a few odd looks from passerby.  Luna didn’t seem bothered, though.  She could have gone on with her search all day.

“Luna,” Neville finally said a while later.  “Why don’t we take a break?  Get something to eat?  Clean up a bit?  We can keep looking later.”

Luna smiled.  “That’s very sweet, Neville.  I suppose a break would be healthy.”


The duo wound up finding a ladybird in a very unexpected place.  At first when they took a seat in the Three Broomsticks for a meal, things seemed pretty normal.  Luna insisted on sitting in the northern part of the inn (she claimed things called yillows lived in the southern parts of buildings, and if you let them get near you, they made your nose itch uncontrollably), and then she took her shoes off and sat them on the table (she claimed she was being polite to the kiplies that lived under tables, saying that they didn’t much enjoy the smell of old shoes, a statement that Neville actually thought made some sense, as he didn’t much enjoy the smell of shoes either).  Other than that, nothing was out of the ordinary.  And then a ladybird landed on Luna’s nose.  It had flown in through a window.

“Neville,” she whispered, holding as still as possible.  “Look.  I found a ladybird.”

Neville grinned.  “It has six spots, Luna.  Six months of luck for you.”

“It isn’t on my hand though.  It’s on my nose.  Perhaps that doesn’t mean it’ll bring me a lover.”

Neville shrugged.  “Does that really matter so much?  Maybe letting one crawl across your nose will bring you something different.”

Luna smiled.  “Maybe.  We’ll have to wait and see.”

The ladybird suddenly left Luna’s nose and decided to rest on Neville’s instead.  Neville wrinkled his nose before sneezing loudly.  The poor shocked ladybird flew quickly away.

“Gosh Luna … I’m sorry,” Neville said, rubbing his nose.  “It’s gone now.”

Luna sighed.  “Oh, it’s quite alright.  I got what I needed from it.”

Neville seemed surprised.  “Did you?”

“Of course.”  She smiled at Neville.  “I think it’s going to bring me a lover after all.”

“Is it?”

Luna nodded.

“But how do you know?”

“Let’s just say … a little ladybird told me a thing or two.”  She offered Neville a sweet smile.

Neville gave Luna a shaky smile in return.  “Six months of good luck and a ladybird lover?”

“I believe that will be the case.”


Six months later, Neville knew he had that ladybird to thank.  He was sitting in the Three Broomsticks again, but not with a friend.  This time he was sitting there with a lover.  They sat in the northern end of the building, two sets of shoes on the table, ladybird cloaks over both their backs, and it was all thanks to ladybird luck.

Incarceration of Someday

One day I shall;
The build too far.
One day we will;
The farther.
I’ll find the cause
Of all this love inside of me.
I’ll investigate the bother
Of my comparison to moonlight.
Any day now, and really any of them,
Location of the moments falling to
The spindle making one finger into two.
Our intensities, of perhaps mine only,
Lay about, unconscious of use.
Stretch the limb that holds the wound open.
For it is sore.
Either end does not benefit from the action.
The consequence will find you;
Befitting learned your recent memory.
It twists down to the notion threatening
Blankly looking to the several different ways the wound could, and is pointing.
The stare, marked, directionless,
Is directed by the past and ignorant of the past’s use.
You will find it. Someday, I swear.
Someday, I swear.
It is vague as the thing you’re to gain from the deciding action.
Some day, and it is certain you may never know which.
Someday, I swear.

-Myrna Cotton, 2016

archiril asked:

"I never demanded you went to my home, penneth," he said softly. "I just asked you, as a favor. If you think that is demanding, then let us go to Lorien. You have done more for me already than you should have, and I do not wish to impose on your hospitality to much."

“Oh I did not mean this when I said you’re demanding. And how could I not fulfill your wish to see your father one last time? I might have cut ties with mine for good but who knows.. Maybe I will regret it hearing of his death or the day I myself shall pass over. So this is something I will do for you, no matter the dangers.” The hunter started to eat, falling silent therefor. He did not mind the company of the elf and as demanding as he could be, he understood the reasons. One could not expect much patience from one who had died recently, right?

I don't have a title yet 😉

I feel as though my bones have become toxic and flood to my brains. Decisions will paralyze me until I can no longer feel the depth of my passion for you. I miss, I hurt, I feel. Your sweet lips interlock with mine and I feel as though we shall never kiss again. I feel the pain in tomorrow and the sorrow in today. Promise you’ll leave me and stay away. Detox my muscles and mind. Forgive your pain and one day hit rewind.

anonymous asked:

Soo how do you feel knowing you have a whore for a boyfriend? let alone someone who hurt someone else?

♝ - “CORRECTION! Husband. 

And this ‘whore’ is mine now, and I shall love him until the end of my days~”
Aw, Will even did the air quotes. 

“Well - I was technically the one who hurt Parvis, if that’s who you’re talking about. I had the conscious choice to or not to propose to my lover, and I did. Plus, the only thing I should be complaining about is that I wasn’t the one getting hurt~” Even casual references to his masochistic self. Nice. 

My angel, my very self… Why this profound sorrow, when necessity speaks — can our love endure without sacrifices, without our demanding everything from one another; can you alter the fact that you are not wholly mine, that I am not wholly yours? — Dear God, look at Nature in all her beauty and set your heart at rest about what must be — Love demands all, and rightly so… No doubt we shall meet soon; and today also time fails me to tell you of the thoughts which during these last few days I have been revolving about my life — If our hearts were always closely united, I would certainly entertain no such thoughts. My heart overflows with a longing to tell you so many things — Oh — there are moments when I find that speech is quite inadequate — Be cheerful — and be for ever my faithful, my only sweetheart, my all, as I am yours. The gods must send us everything else, whatever must and shall be our fate — your faithful Ludwig
—  Ludwig van Beethoven

Bakura was quite eager, for once, to arrive at work the next morning. He had even purposely exchanged a shift with the woman from yesterday. ‘No you did half of mine for me, I shall do yours today. Yes I should hate to sit around doing nothing. Oh I think the children could use a little cheering up today.’ There was one very specific reason for it, and not only that the weekend day care service would provide a free lunch to Ammon.

Gossip. One of the greatest and surprisingly it seemed least utilised tool in the human arsenal. Gossip to stars was a far different thing, but fr humans. Humans free to share their thoughts wherever they could lead. That was a thing of beauty.

So that morning as he checked out books, helped required novels be found, scanned through memberships cards and returned books, helped direct people to the different areas or suggest a nice cafe down the road, Bakura nattered with the customers. Wide eyed, hushed tones like what they were talking about was very secret.

‘Terrible business. Terrible business was it not. Yes yes. Oh I was there yesterday, you see. On my lunch break. Yes of course things must change. I even took my son. Yes I should not make that mistake again. Crying all into the night he was. Oh no no not the police officer. The attacker. Yes he had a gun. It was horrible. How did they let him it without searching him that is what I’d like to know.’

And of course once you got the ball rolling, once you had started the general conversation soon to be filling the halls of the Library and the streets outside, he could start interjecting his own little rumors in. Ah what fun this was.

‘He was shooting into the crowd. Yes I was there in the front row. He almost hit that black haired girl. The one asking stupid questions. Why did they let a little kid in that’s what I’d like to know. Yes the officer was protecting the public. Looks like he needed a rest. Well would you not if people were blaming you for killing their children? I only scan books.  Few people were up on that stage with him . Dreadful job. Well if you wish to know what I think. That criminal group- the .. caves? the under- ground.  They planted him. Wanted to show their power. Did not turn out how they wished I imagine. They’re in the newspapers too, did you read the headline? What a load of crock. Yes I know. Even that old police Chief. I bet he was in their pocket. Who can you trust these days. That new chief looks like a kid. Poor thing yes. The writers of the paper should be ashamed. Yes I quite agree.’ 

And doubts at his words were easily dealt with when one woman who had been watching it on television spoke up about having seen the black haired girl too. That about cemented his words in their minds. Right about one thing, right about all. Especially when you delivered them in just the right way, now able to appease people with dropping multiple names in agreement with him. Sending a stream of women and other well read people back out from his Library into the city bristling with indignation at the mishandling of the case in the media was his little contribution. Rumor spreading among humans was so utterly fun.

The Pre-Rahpaelites

They’re landscape paintings are characterised by close observation of nature and the careful recording of the amount of detail in the images. 

Pre-Raphaelite painters are interested in painting scenes from modern life and in subjects from literature, history and the bible. From the 1850s, a Pre-Raphaelite painter called Rossetti became the inspiration for a new generation of Pre-Rahpaelites. 

Proserpine, 1881-2.

Rossetti made eight versions of this painting, all of them were marked with his poem of the same title.

“Afar away the light that brings cold cheer
Unto this wall, - one instant and no more
Admitted at my distant palace-door.
Afar the flowers of Enna from this drear
Dire fruit, which, tasted once, must thrall me here.
Afar those skies from this Tartarean grey
That chills me: and afar, how far away,
The nights that shall be from the days that were.
Afar from mine own self I seem, and wing
Strange ways in thought, and listen for a sign:
And still some heart unto some soul doth pine,
(Whose sounds mine inner sense in fain to bring,
Continually together murmuring,) -
“Woe’s me for thee, unhappy Proserpine!”

This image is the only one in which the model jane morris is shown with auburn hair.

The figure represents proserpine as Empress of Hades, after she was conveyed by pluto. Various symbols contained in the painting include the pomegranate, which signifies captivity and marriage, and the incense-burner, the attribute of a goddess.
The Directive for Today.

The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? When the wicked, even mine enemies and my foes, came upon me to eat up my flesh, they stumbled and fell. Though an host should encamp against me, my heart shall not fear: though war should rise against me, in this will I be confident. One thing have I desired of the Lord , that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord , and to enquire in his temple. For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion: in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock. And now shall mine head be lifted up above mine enemies round about me: therefore will I offer in his tabernacle sacrifices of joy; I will sing, yea, I will sing praises unto the Lord . Hear, O Lord , when I cry with my voice: have mercy also upon me, and answer me. When thou saidst, Seek ye my face; my heart said unto thee, Thy face, Lord , will I seek. Hide not thy face far from me; put not thy servant away in anger: thou hast been my help; leave me not, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation. When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me up. Teach me thy way, O Lord , and lead me in a plain path, because of mine enemies. Deliver me not over unto the will of mine enemies: for false witnesses are risen up against me, and such as breathe out cruelty. I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait on the Lord : be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the Lord.

I’ll get my pot of gold one day… Heart shall remain broken but I’ll still keep going.. I deserved to be loved by someone with a bigger heart than mine… I deserve to be happy and successful

Luke 6:27 ESV
“But I say to you who hear, Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you,
Mark 12:30 ESV
And you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’
Matthew 6:24 ESV
“No one can serve two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and money.
Malachi 3:17 ESV
“They shall be mine, says the Lord of hosts, in the day when I make up my treasured possession, and I will spare them as a man spares his son who serves him.
Isaiah 63:9 ESV
In all their affliction he was afflicted, and the angel of his presence saved them; in his love and in his pity he redeemed them; he lifted them up and carried them all the days of old.
Psalm 139:1-24 ESV
To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. O Lord, you have searched me and known me! You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from afar. You search out my path and my lying down and are acquainted with all my ways. Even before a word is on my tongue, behold, O Lord, you know it altogether. You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me. …
Psalm 135:14 ESV
For the Lord will vindicate his people and have compassion on his servants.
Psalm 119:127 ESV
Therefore I love your commandments above gold, above fine gold.
Psalm 119:76 ESV
Let your steadfast love comfort me according to your promise to your servant.
Psalm 103:1-5 ESV
Of David. Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless his holy name! Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits, who forgives all your iniquity, who heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit, who crowns you with steadfast love and mercy, who satisfies you with good so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.
Deuteronomy 7:9 ESV
Know therefore that the Lord your God is God, the faithful God who keeps covenant and steadfast love with those who love him and keep his commandments, to a thousand generations,
Leviticus 19:18 ESV
You shall not take vengeance or bear a grudge against the sons of your own people, but you shall love your neighbor as yourself: I am the Lord.
2 John 1:6 ESV
And this is love, that we walk according to his commandments; this is the commandment, just as you have heard from the beginning, so that you should walk in it.

“The universe has to move forward. Pain and loss, they define us as much as happiness or love. Whether it’s a world, or a relationship… Everything has its time. And everything ends.”

~Sarah Jane Smith

“One day, I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back. Until then, there must be no regrets, no tears, no anxieties. Just go forward in all your beliefs and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine.”

~The First Doctor

These are probably my two favourite speeches from Doctor who.

My forever hero, the legendary Bob Marley would have been 71 years old today. Happy Birthday, Bob! I wish you were still around to witness how your music and words move people and change lives, including mine. Your messages of love, peace, hope, freedom, and equality are still relevant to this day. THANK YOU. Your music always gets me through. Now, let’s all have a Punky Reggae Party, shall we? I love you, Bob. Peace and One Love. #BobMarley #HappyBirthdayBobMarley #legend #icon #hero #reggae #music #OneLove