water mama

Jon chuckled. “Perhaps you should do the same thing, little sister. Wed Tully to Stark in your arms.”

A wolf with a fish in its mouth?” It made her laugh. “That would look silly.” (Arya I, AGoT)

This started out as a joke between Jon and Arya. In this chapter Jon notes that Joffery has equalised the sigils of House Lannister, his mother’s house, and House Baratheon, his royal father’s house, on his surcoat. Arya doesn’t see the problem with it declaring that “The woman is important too!” after which this little jest happens. 

It seems like a fairly innocuous moment, nothing more than a jest between siblings, that is until ASoS. After Catelyn Tully is killed at the Red Wedding, she is stripped and thrown into the river. A cruel mockery of Tully funeral rights. House Tully whose sigil is a leaping, silver trout are burned on a small boat on the river after they die. 

The Tullys drew their strength from the river, and it was to the river they returned when their lives had run their course. (Catelyn IV, ASoS)

In the confusion of what she saw and what she didn’t see at the Twins, Arya is uncertain of her mother’s death and she wants to go look for her and save her. Though her requests to return to the Twins to find her mother are rebuffed, Arya falls asleep thinking of Catelyn, still wanting to find her and save her. As she sleeps she enters the mind of her direwolf who is roaming the Riverlands. 

She splashed noisily through the shallows and threw herself into the deeper water, her legs churning. The current was strong but she was stronger. She swam, following her nose. The river smells were rich and wet, but those were not the smells that pulled her. She paddled after the sharp red whisper of cold blood, the sweet cloying stench of death. She chased them as she had often chased a red deer through the trees, and in the end she ran them down, and her jaw closed around a pale white arm. She shook it to make it move, but there was only death and blood in her mouth. By now she was tiring, and it was all she could do to pull the body back to shore. (…) The white thing lay facedown in the mud, her dead flesh wrinkled and pale, cold blood trickling from her throat. Rise, she thought. Rise and eat and run with us.  (Arya XII, ASoS)

Arya, in the body of her direwolf, dragging the body of her dead mother, a Tully of Riverrun, from the river onto the bank turned this somewhat silly joke into a devastating reality. From homelessness, starvation and poverty, to life as a “lowborn” prisoner of war, to the crushing realities of war and the sad plight of the life of a child soldier, Arya’s story grows increasingly darker as it moves along and this chilling scene is only one example of that.

Catelyn Tully’s resurrection and transformation into the cold and revenge driven Lady Stoneheart also takes this mother down a much darker path as she leads the Brotherhood Without Banners in her quest for vengeance.

This story may not even be at its end. When Arya returns to Westeros a meeting with Nymeria, who is in the Riverlands, will be imminent. Lady Stoneheart, who is with the Brotherhood Without Banners; a group of outlaws who played a part in her daughter’s story, is delivering her vengeance in the Riverlands now. 

Arya has wanted the stability and the warmth of her mother’s love since her family’s downfall and may very well be reunited with her mother soon. Only time will tell what will be the conclusion of this story or how a wolf with a fish in its mouth will come full circle.

anonymous asked:

Hey, could you send me the links you have about divination or just tarot if it's not too much trouble? Thank you for the help!

Hah, hah hah. I actually didn’t have ANY links at the ready. So I went and compiled all this for you. Hence why it took like 3-4 hours for me to answer this. Hope it helps!


Astrology / Star Reading

Cartomancy / Lenormand

Ceromancy / Ceroscopy / Candle Wax Divination








Stichomancy / Books



* = external links


“Julio and Tenoch told her many other stories. Each story reinforced their bond, creating an inseparable entity. The stories, although adorned by personal mythology, were true. But as truth is always partial, some facts were omitted. It was never mentioned how Julio lit matches to hide the smell in Tenoch’s house… Or that Tenoch used his foot to lift the toilet seat at Julio’s house. Those were details that one didn’t need to know about the other.”

Y Tu Mamá También (2001), dir Alfonso Cuaron | DoP Emmanuel Lubezki



Another sneeze, nose running so you had to reach for more tissues, stuffy head, Lord you were barely gonna last the afternoon if this kept up. Why’d you even come into work anyways? Not like things couldn’t have been taken care of in the comfort of your own apartment. But then it’d remind you of the reason you came in today in the first place. Loneliness, granted you weren’t totally alone. Nat, Clint and Sam stayed home from this last mission so company wasn’t the issues. No it’s who you want there more than anything else. To keep you warm, hold you close, kiss your forehead and tell you everything’s going to be okay.

Course the honeymoon stage should’ve worn off by now as Tony has said more than a few times over the past several months; given the fact you and Bucky have been together for going on three years. Though you can’t help it and only hoped Bucky felt the same. Thoughts are interrupted by another coughing fit that rattles your lungs and has you gasping for breath and the desk in front of you.

“Damn sweetheart you don’t sound so good,” Sam’s deep voice reaches your ears right as you blow your sore nose for what felt like the thousandth time today.

Glaring, before tossing the tissues out, “Thanks for the boost in confidence birdman, I’ll be sure to fix my makeup later.”

“That’s not what I meant Y/N,” rolling expressive chocolate eyes, Sam perches a hip on the end of your desk, arms crossed, while giving you the once over. “You look sick.”

“And he takes another shot,” groaning when two more sneezes land in the hastily grabbed tissues. “Insults gonna stop anytime soon Wilson?”

“Woman,” he all but growls, then chuckles seeing the half smirk on your lips, which turns into a frown at the next couching fit. “Seriously Y/N, you need to get home, meds, soup and sleep,” worry seeping into his tone.

“I’ll be fine Sam, promise,” soft groan leaving your lips as you sit up, sore muscle being pulled from coughing so much.

Shaking his head, “Not taking no for an answer sweetness. I won’t have that walking icicle you call a boyfriend rip me a new one for not taking care of you.”

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Bathroom Mishaps

Originally posted by hazohazahazbro

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader

Prompts: #3: “This isn’t what it looks like.” // #4: “I really wish you’d told me your mother was in town.”

Warnings: language - but, uh, nothing else really

Word Count: 1.1K

A/N: Y'all, I have a doctor’s appointment on Thursday and I’m pretty much scared shitless. So, uh, that’s cool. Anyways, here’s some awkward-mom-encounter content.

Soft sunlight shines through the open window next to your spot on the couch. It’s almost noon, but you’re still in your pajamas, a book in your hands, and a mug that once was full of hot coffee near your arm on the side table.

“Mornin’, doll,” Bucky hums as he shuffles up to you, placing a quick, soft kiss to the top of your head. He plops down next to you, gently pulling your legs into his lap, and scoots closer to you, rubbing soft circles into your calf.

“Buck, it’s almost noon,” you laugh at him. He blinks and turns his head towards the wall where a small, antique clock hangs in the middle of framed pictures.

“Huh,” he huffs. “I guess you’re right. Oh, shit,” he closes his eyes and throws his head back against the couch. “I’m supposed to meet Steve at one for a mission briefing.”

“Well, you should probably get goin’ then,” you close your book, then set it on the table next to you and swing your legs off his lap. “There’s some extra hash browns I made earlier on the counter if you want ‘em.” You stand up and grab your mug, walking over to the coffee pot on the counter.

“You’re amazing,” Bucky comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and lightly kisses your neck. He pulls away and reaches for the hash browns a few feet away from you, actually grabbing some with his hand.

“Bucky, you do know what a fork is, right?” You can’t help but laugh and shake your head at him.

No time for forks, doll,” he manages through a mouthful of hash browns as he walks into the hallway towards the bathroom. The door shuts softly behind him.

You decide to busy yourself with cleaning-up the dishes you had dirtied from making breakfast. After turning on a playlist, you get to work, scrubbing away the dried, caked-on food. A few minutes later, a knock on the door swiftly catches your attention. Grabbing a hand towel from the drawer by to your hip, you pad down the hallway to the front door of your apartment while you dry your hands. You turn the doorknob and crack open the door as far as the chain lock will allow.

“Mom?” You blink, close the door and slide off the lock, then quickly open it again. “Mom! What are you doing here?” You smile and give her a quick, tight hug, then motion for her to come in.

“I haven’t seen your new place yet, and I thought I would stop by with these,” she reaches into her purse, pulling out a large baggie full of chocolate chip cookies.

“These look wonderful, thank you!” You plant a light kiss on her cheek and take the cookies from her. “Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Water? Oh, how’s Mama doing?” You lead her over to the kitchen island, walking around to the fridge.

“Coffee would be wonderful, dear,” she responds as she sits on one of the stools. “And Mama misses you, just as much as I do. Without you living so close to us, I think she’s been getting a bit more anxious and worried than usual. But I’m sure she’ll be fine soon.

“One coffee comin’ right up,” you chirp and reach for a new mug from the cupboard next to the fridge. You walk over to the pot and grab yours from earlier. “Tell her not to worry about me, Bucky and I have been having a great time in the city. Cream?” You turn around, tilting your head.

“Yes, please,” she smiles. “Oh, and where’s your bathroom? I can’t tell if it’s the long car ride or my aging body, but -”

“Oh, God, Mom, T.M.I. It’s just down the hall, first door on the right,” you wave away her thought from the air and turn back to the fridge. You swing open the door and grab the bottle of cream. You start to pour some into the first mug when you suddenly remember about Bucky. “Mom, wait -!

But you’re too late.

O-Oh my!” Your mother’s shrill voice carries down the hall. You drop the bottle of cream on the counter and jog over to the bathroom, stopping in the doorway. The scene before you is one that sends a mixture of horror and embarrassment racing through your body. Bucky stands in the middle of the bathroom, water still dripping from his hair and off his body as he holds his shirt from last night over his waist. Your mother is clutching the counter with one hand, clutching her chest with the other, and staring at Bucky’s nearly-naked figure in shock.

Y/N…I know this looks weird, but - one: this isn’t what it looks like, and two: I really wish you’d told me your mother was in town.”

“Oh, M-Mom, I-I -”

“D-Don’t worry, Y/N,” she turns around, stopping in front of you. “You have a fine taste in the opposite sex,” she whispers and pats your shoulder, then brushes past you, out of the room. You lock eyes with Bucky.

“Did she -”

“Oh, trust, me, she saw everything,” Bucky mutters, trying his best to suppress a sly smirk. “The whole package.”

“I can’t believe this is happening,” you groan and drag your hands down your face as you turn out of the room, softly shutting the door behind you. You inhale deeply and wander back into the kitchen to find your mother pouring coffee into a to-go mug.

“Oh, Y/N, I hope you don’t mind,” she carefully lifts the mug into the air. “I kinda figured I should, uh…get going. Mama wants to go out for a late lunch, and I really shouldn’t keep her waiting.” She starts off towards the hallway just as Bucky opens the bathroom door, walking out with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Bucky,” she stops in her tracks and nods to him. “Nice to see you again, as always. But, maybe next time, it’ll be under more, uh…appropriate circumstances?” She keeps walking, not bothering to wait for him to respond. You trail her and open the door. She stops in the doorway and looks at you, smiling, and presses a light, feathery kiss on your cheek. “Take care, darling.”

You close the door and press your back flush against it. A deep exhale escapes your tight lungs as you look back up at Bucky.

“Well…that went well,” he shrugs. You groan and drop your gaze to the floor, pinching the bridge of your nose. I’m never going to live this down.

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summaries i wrote to help me remember each eurovision act
  • israel: dudebro #1 singing forgettable song
  • poland: boring wedding dress power ballad smh who cares
  • belarus: hipster vegan couple tongue on stage
  • austria: dreamworks chumbawamba dude
  • armenia: three witches from macbeth but sexy
  • netherlands: obligatory inspiring self-love song (still good tho)
  • moldova: everyone needs a fake saxophone at their wedding
  • hungary: very traditional very nice very hungarian
  • italy: gay gorilla???
  • denmark: suspicious australian girl
  • portugal: beautiful, chill, half-hair ponytail
  • azerbaijan: skeleton chalkboard horse ladder
  • croatia: personality crisis
  • australia: hello cutie what you doin later
  • greece: gay water men and their mama
  • spain: upbeat cheekbone surfer dudes
  • norway: murder your mental issues w/ techno
  • uk: welsh mermaid with PIPES
  • cyprus: something about gravity idk it was kinda boring
  • romania: yodel rap bitches
  • ukraine: punk guys wearing... hospital gowns?
  • belgium: booooooring
  • sweden: middle aged boy band
  • bulgaria: fuckboy in training
  • france: yawn, but a yawn that reminds me i am gay

There is a traditional Kanton hand-clapping rhyme that tells the story of a foolish child grabbing the tails of a ninetales in turn, detailing all of the different curses that will befall them as a consequence. Although originally Japanese, the song has an English translation which, whilst mostly similar in meaning, has been adapted to preserve the rhymes and rhythm. The song is as follows:

Mama, mama, I felt the first tail,

As bright as a penny and as soft as a veil.

I think I did wrong, but I do not know why,

Because there’s night in my eyes and not a star in the sky. 

Mama, mama, I felt the next tail,

As light as a cloud and as sleek as a scale.

I think I did wrong, but I do not know how,

Because there’s blood on my tongue and sweat on my brow.

Mama, mama, I felt the third tail,

As thick as a bush and so golden and pale.

I think I did wrong, for all I can tell,

Because there’s fire in my chest that no water can quell.

Mama, mama, I felt the fourth tail,

As long as a ribbon and smooth as a gale.

I think I did wrong, or so I can guess,

Because there’s hands on my back that keep pulling my dress.

Mama, mama, I felt the fifth tail,

Swirling like wood smoke and shining like hail. 

I think I did wrong, or something akin,

Because there’s an ache in my bones and bites on my skin.

Mama, mama, I felt the sixth tail,

The golden of grain but not nearly so frail.

I think I did wrong, made some kind of mistake,

Because my head’s full of nightmares that don’t leave when I wake. 

Mama, mama, I touched them again,

As nice on the skin as a warm summer rain. 

I think I did wrong, it must be the case,

Because there’s a girl in the mirror who’s not got my face.

Mama, mama, I can’t count any more,

There’s teeth in my heart and a hand in my core.

The pain’s in my head and my bones have turned weak,

So let down my body and leave me to sleep.

The last line is often shouted, traditionally followed by the children dropping to the floor and closing their eyes. The length and content of the song varies across the Japanese regions.  



Book 1: Water - Chapter 6 “Imprisoned” (Part 1)

Mother of Nightmares,
i beg of you,
haunt my dreams.
be the shadow
beneath my bed.
when my eyes are blinded
with visions of ruin and lies,
burn away the isfet.
when i have wandered
to the cold edges of the Duat,
drag me back.
when the ghosts come
to weigh upon my chest,
cradle my heart in your claws.

- to Taweret of Nightmares (@antlering)

(a prayer to Mama for help with trauma nightmares/sleep paralysis. Taweret historically is associated with prayers for good sleep as a “nightmare”/demon herself)