tongues of flame

He is more than a hero
he is a god in my eyes–
the man who is allowed
to sit beside you — he

who listens intimately
to the sweet murmur of
your voice, the enticing

laughter that makes my own
heart beat fast. If I meet
you suddenly, I cant’

speak — my tongue is broken;
a thin flame runs under
my skin; seeing nothing,

hearing only my own ears
drumming, I drip with sweat;
trembling shakes my body

and I turn paler than
dry grass. At such times
death isn’t far from me.

—  Sappho (around 600 B.C.E.) 
Sweet Mary Jane
Ed Sheeran
Sweet Mary Jane

Unreleased song that surfaced in a 2015 concert…could this be on the new album??

Lyrics:

I woke up early looking out my window
At the Amsterdam sky
Oh baby I was high last night
Café clouds and red lights
When I gotcha in mind
You slowed down time
Oh baby I was out of my mind
Sing a song cover and hold me tight

I drill you deep into my chest
That’s where it feels the best
You can remove all the scars
Stop them from breaking my heart
Been on a hurting spree
That brought out the worst in me
‘Cause I don’t want to be alone

‘Cause everyday that I’m breathing I think you are the one
I love the way that your sweet words just roll off of my tongue
Feel the flame of your wisdom and fill up my lungs
Sweet Mary Jane won’t you sing another song

Café clouds and shooting stars are floating across the sky
Oh baby what a beautiful sight
But we’re only satellites
Oh di ba di ba oh la lights
Oh baby I am so damn high
Have you seen my eyes

With the beat beat of my heart
You take me back to the start
Where everything began
Holding you inside my hands
Between my fingers and thumb
I seal you in with my tongue,
‘Cause I don’t want to be alone

‘Cause everyday that I’m breathing I think you are the one
I love the way that your sweet words just roll off of my tongue
Feel the flame of your wisdom and fill up my lungs
Sweet Mary Jane won’t you me sing another song

Na na na na na Sweet Mary Jane
Na na na na na Sweet Mary Jane
Na na na na na Sweet Mary Jane
Na na na na na Sing another song

Mary Jane,
I’ve been hoping alone
Mary Jane,
Since you came along
Mary Jane,
I’m almost home
Mary Jane,
Sing another song

‘Cause everyday that I’m breathing I think you are the one
I love the way that your sweet words just roll off of my tongue
Feel the flame of your wisdom and fill up my lungs
Sweet Mary Jane won’t you me sing another song

‘Cause everyday that I’m breathing, sweet Mary Jane
I love the sound of your sweet words, sweet Mary Jane
Feel the flame of your wisdom and fill up my lungs
Sweet Mary Jane won’t you sing me another song

Vajrapani and consort, Tibet, 15th-16th century

Distemper on silk; the blue-skinned wrathful Dharmapala stepping to the right in pratyalidha, holding a vajra in his raised right hand and a ghanta in the left, wearing a flayed tiger-skin loincloth, a skull crown and jewellery of snakes and gold and beaded human bone, long necklaces of severed heads and skulls, a diaphanous scarf over the shoulders, and a golden vajra emerging from the orange hair bound with a snake, the face with three eyes and wide open mouth revealing white fangs and a curling red tongue, with flaming eyebrows, moustache and beard, and clasping his blue-skinnedprajna, naked but for golden earrings, beaded human bone jewellery and a skull crown and necklace, and holding a blood-filled kapala in her left hand and kartrika flaying knife in her right, the couple trampling prostrate Hindu deities on a lotus pedestal, all set against a background of fire and smoke with Garuda above flanked by Chakrasamvara to the left and Vajrapani to the right

The Unbreakable Vow

“And will you, by the best of your ability, protect her from harm?”

“I will,” said Sherlock.

A sencond tongue of flame shot from the wand and interlinked with the first, making a fine, glowing chain.

Do you recall this happening in S3? No? Well neither do I, so why does everyone act as if Sherlock had made an Unbreakable Vow to protect Mary? I can’t be the only one being reminded of this?

Modern AU continued

After a week of Aedion screwing with Rowan and Fenrys bursting out laughing whenever Rowan came into the room, it was safe to say that Rowan was a tab bit irritable. And the fact that Rowan was driving to Rifthold, instead of flying, was fraying his nerves.

He and Aelin had been on the road for at least eight hours and Aelin kept changing the music thirty seconds into each song.

“Fireheart?”

“Hmm?” Aelin replied, face still on her hot pink ipod, no doubt flipping though her playlist/

“Can’t you just choose a song?”

Aelin stuck a blue flaming tongue out at Rowan. He just rolled his eyes, hands on the wheel.

` “Do you have a preference, Buzzard?”

Schooling his features into neutrality, Rowan just said “not really. Just pick a song. And for the love of the gods, please let it play all the way through.”

Aelin crossed her arms, slouching back into her seat.

“I do to play them all the way through.”

“Oh you do not you little liar.”  Rowan replied, a sigh in his voice.

“Is there a reason you are even prickier than usual today?”

He didn’t respond. Rowan just rolled his shoulders and kept his eyes on the road.

“Fine. Don’t answer me. What about Back in Black?”

“I don’t care, Fireheart, you choose.”

“Or.. oh, what about I Want it That Way?”

Rowan groaned. Aelin loves Backstreet Boys. And he so did not. But he found himself saying, “Whatever you want.”

From the corner of his eye, Rowan could see Aelin roll her eyes.

But then, Aelin slowly smiled and looked up, pressing the play button. He assumed she had chosen Backstreet Boys. But then he heard it.

I think it’s so cute

Rowan’s mind flashed back to the week before. Rowan’s knuckles whitened as he gripped the steering wheel.

“I heard the funniest story while I was sparing today.” Aelin said to no one in particular.

Oh no. Abort. Abort.

“Uh huh.” Rowan said, voice straining. He wished he could fly through the rutting window right now.

“I was told this story about a certain fae prince who just loves to sing and ruin perfect silk comforters by dancing on beds. And not to just any music. Oh no. To Meghan Trainor music.”

Rowan was going to peck Fenrys’s eyeballs with his beak.

The blood drained from Rowan’s face as she continued, “and I said that that couldn’t possibly be true because you don’t really listen to music.”

Rowan slapped the steering wheel, “Fenrys is lying! Nothing happened.”

“Oh? Who said anything about Fenrys?”

Rowan’s eyes widened. Oh no.

To be continued

you love like you’re setting yourself on fire
no hesitance
no patience
just a tongue of flame and you’re up like tinder
icarus reaching too high and too far
and he’s always been apollo
the chariot of the sun
the source of all art and light and beauty
healing in his hands

you love like you’re setting yourself on fire
but you aren’t fireproof
you’ve never been
although you pretend like the flames don’t hurt you
like you can’t feel the heat scoring your skin
you pretend
you pretend
you pretend
because it’s better than freezing solid

you love like you’re setting yourself on fire
because he’s always been apollo
but even apollo’s light falters
even he stumbles
and you’ll burn yourself to cinders
just to keep him warm
just to keep him safe
just to keep him

you love like you’re setting yourself on fire
and you hope
in the end
he keeps your ashes close

—  on wax wings and mount olympus and want beyond your means