Imbolc is approaching, and I wanted to wish everyone who celebrates it a beautiful and fruitful holiday. To my Thelemite brethren, this is known as Feast of the Stars, and I’ve experienced some interesting and potent rituals held in its honor in the past when I was able to visit my then-local Thelemic temple.
To Wiccans and many others, though, it’s known as Imbolc and celebrates the cross-quarter, marking the time between solstice and equinox and reminding us that winter can’t last forever. While I don’t typically celebrate, I’m using this month and the next as a time of reflection on my own path and beliefs about the universe.
I made the above image, inspired by memories from long ago. The text in the background is a poem by Rumi that I once overheard being sung by a choir after wandering into a Unitarian church, and the overall style and mood of the image recalls an experience I had attending, briefly, an Imbolc celebration held in a Quaker church in Pittsburgh by a Wiccan coven. Both were beautiful to behold, though I don’t consider myself an adherent of either path.
I’m not one of those people who believes there’s beauty in every drop of life, but I think the key to being a happy person is to recognize beauty when you do see it. I feel like I’ve seen a lot of beautiful things in my life. Maybe that’s why, despite the smog choking Krakow right now, the freezing temperatures and long hours of darkness, I’m still optimistic and happy to be where I am.
The last few months have been tough! Y'all know.
Anyway hello my name is Tasheon and I have about 90 days to fit into this dress. This beautiful, over $250, doesn’t come in a bigger size bridesmaid dress. That didn’t fit the first time I put it on when I was 20 lbs lighter.
Here’s the deal… I know I can do it. But I made this to remind my self and also I plan on doing a transformation photo. I have a crossfit membership and access to 3 different gyms. It’s about putting in the effort and time. Eating needs to back on point and need to get back a routine.
A/N: I didn’t realize this before but two people made kind of the same request. So I smashed it into one! I know it’s short, and I apologize! This was requested by @profiler-in-training and @saranasai! I hope everyone loves this!
Christmas time was hard for Gibbs. It wasn’t easy getting him into the Christmas mood. Last year he spent Christmas in the basement working on his boat. This year you wanted things to be different, but it wasn’t that easy…or was it?
When you woke up this morning, you rolled over to face Gibbs who pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. You were surprised by his kiss, but smiled nevertheless. “Good morning Jethro,” you spoke, your voice still groggy from sleep.
“Morning [Y/N],” Gibbs whispered. The Marine paused sitting up in bed and peering out of the window. “Holy cow, it’s a white Christmas.”
“Okay, I need a shower, I’ll be back in like 30 minutes.” I got up from my seat on the couch with my grandma and boyfriend Grayson. This is the first time he’d met her, and it’s only because we got a little too drunk last night when my Grandma was out of the house. I made my way up the stairs and got a towel from my room before going into the bathroom. Not bothering to lock the door, theres only three of us in this house and we all know I’m in the shower.
The water touched my bare skin, it was warm, since it was a cold morning. Slightly hungover, it made my body relax and the ache in my head disappear. I’d already washed my hair and slightly scrubbed my body, not bothering to shave since I did that only a few days ago. I had some pop hits playing from my phone and the noise from the water hitting the bath tub beneath me making me hearing a bit clouded.
“Ooh, and I’d like you t’ make tha’ chicken noodle soup.. Yeh know, the one yeh made last time when I was sick!” Harry sniffled, gripping onto your hand as he looked up at you. As much as you loved Harry, you had to admit he got more than a little demanding when he was sick. He obviously didn’t mean it, but he loved being pampered by you! (And you liked pampering him, but making a fresh batch of chicken noodle soup was going to take forever and you really weren’t in the mood to slave away in the kitchen.)
“How about I just heat up the one straight from the can? I’ll make the fresh one tomor-”
“But I wan’ it now..” Harry trailed off, his bottom lip pushing out in a pout as he held onto your hand even tighter. “And I’d like those animal crackers you’re always snackin’ on.”
“There’s only one pack left! You’ve got plenty of your kale chips left in the pantry, I’ll just get the cheddar flavoured ones for you!” There was a moment of silence where Harry stared up at you with his doe eyes, a small frown playing at his lips. “..Fine, I’ll give you the crackers.” Almost immediately, a bright smile appeared on Harry’s face before he leaned in to press a kiss to your knuckles, letting go and relaxing against the pillows.
You hummed to yourself as you spooned some of the soup into your mouth, nodding and grabbing a bowl from the cabinets. It had been about an hour and a half since you last left Harry (you left the TV on for him and made sure he was nice and warm), and you were finally finished with the soup. You could have been lazy and taken the one from the can, but Harry would most definitely be able to tell between the packaged soup and your home-made version, and he’d most definitely make you go back to the kitchen.
“Alright, here we go..” You trailed off, pushing the door open while keeping your eyes trained on the hot bowl of soup. You cursed to yourself as droplets of soup slipped past the brim of bowl and landed on your fingers, your eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “I have your animal crackers in my pocket, and-” When you set the bowl down on the countertop, you let out a soft groan at the sight of Harry dead asleep. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Now you had a fresh bowl of soup waiting for him, and by the time he woke up it wouldn’t be as good. At least he was sleeping! That would mean you wouldn’t be bossed around for about four hours or so. Before you managed to leave the room, you heard shuffling from the bed and a soft calling of your name.
“Y/N, love.. Need to snuggle.” Harry murmured, rubbing at his eyes before reaching out and making grabby hands at you. “Please? Snuggles always help.” He yawned, smiling when you padded over to the bed and crawled in with him. Even though Harry was a brat when he was sick, the one part you really enjoyed was the fact that he became 10x cuddlier than usual. So maybe Harry being sick wasn’t all that bad.
I had been meaning to create a follow forever for a long time. I think the last time I had made one was when I reached 1.1k less than two years ago. I also wanted to celebrate 2017 along with reaching 2.2k followers, so here I am with my follow forever post! Smooches and thank you’s to everyone who included me in their Christmas/New Year’s follow forever posts this holiday season (｡♥‿♥｡)
2016 was a really interesting year for me, personally. I worried about getting into grad school, got into my top two physics PhD programs, graduated from undergrad, started graduate school, fell in love, got my heart broken, fell in love again, broke someone’s heart again along with my own, made new friends, became closer with old friends, and generally grew a lot as a person, I think. I became more comfortable with speaking my mind and not being nervous about disrupting the peace (especially on this blog). I became more confident in my poetry and writing. I realized the importance of developing your own opinions and to think critically for yourself; the importance of free speech. I learned to stand up for myself and decided that having so many emotions was not a weakness, but a strength—to wear your heart on your sleeve is an admirable form of bravery. I started to pause myself when I feel like I am becoming a workaholic and treat myself. I decided that doubting myself was the biggest harm I could do to myself, and realized that I am so blessed to have family and friends that are constantly supporting and believing in me, unconditionally.
And when I say that I am blessed to have such amazing friends, this includes so many of you I am friends with on this blog. My friends here have always been so supportive of me, from my personal life to my academic career to my writing projects. Thank you for standing up for me and being kind, open minded people in this community. Thank you for encouraging me to post my poetry and for reblogging them. Thank you for writing with me. Thank you for always showering me with love, care, and being patient and always listening to me rant and brain-vomit writing ideas. I wouldn’t have stuck for so long in this community if it were not for you. I am so honored to call you my good friends.
So, I’m going to stop rambling and start hollah-ing at at brilliant babes (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
And of course all these amazing quality people on my dash that I have had the pleasure of having wonderful interactions with (and if we haven’t talked yet, please come into my inbox because I love your blog). You guys are my dashboard superstars and lighten up my days. I hope I will get to write with y’all someday (if you rp) if we haven’t already; and if we have, I hope we’ll get to write together again soon! I almost definitely have forgotten people that should be on this list, because there are so many wonderful people in the community to keep track of and I’m awful at keeping track of url-changes and such. Anyway, I love you all <3 I hope you have an amazing 2017 and that we will get to talk more and get to know each other better this year :)
A hundred days have made me older Since the last time that I saw your pretty face A thousand lies have made me colder And I don’t think I can look at this the same All the miles that separate Disappear now when I’m dreamin’ of your face
I’m here without you baby But you’re still on my lonely mind I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time I’m here without you baby But you’re still with me in my dreams And tonight girl, it’s only you and me
The miles just keep rollin’ As the people leave their way to say hello I’ve heard this life is overrated But I hope that it gets better as we go
I’m here without you baby But you’re still on my lonely mind I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time. I’m here without you baby But you’re still with me in my dreams And tonight, it’s only you and me
Everything I know, and anywhere I go It gets hard but it won’t take away my love And when the last one falls, when its all said and done It gets hard but it won’t take away my love
I’m here without you baby But you’re still on my lonely mind I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time I’m here without you baby But you’re still with me in my dreams And tonight, it’s only you and me
IMAGINE: Kylo using the Force on you when he promised not to.
[gif is not mine, it belongs to the fab creator!]
warnings: contains the words rape and violated.
‘Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime.’
The man, who was usually collected and passive, had tears streaking down his face –an uncommon feature, mind you. He reached out his hand and felt his heart shatter for the millionth time that night when he saw her flinch from him. The person who would usually grasp his hand without hesitation flinched from him. This action alone made him fall apart on the inside.
“I didn’t mean to,” Kylo started but unable to finish his sentence. How were you supposed to put a sentence together when you couldn’t even think straight?
(Y/N) laughed bitterly, “You mean everything you do Ren,” she spat his name like it left a bad taste in her mouth, “that’s why I loved you.” They didn’t miss the past tense in that word. Kylo bowed his head.
“Please what?” She moved forward and pushed him, “Forgive you?” At his solemn nod (Y/N) felt fury rise up within her again, “YOU RAPED MY MIND KYLO! AFTER YOU PROMISED NOT TO!” She pushed him again. “YOU VIOLATED ME! THE PERSON THAT I TRUSTED THE MOST VIOLATED ME!”
(Y/N) cut him off with a growl, “Shut the fuck up! Don’t you fucking say that it wasn’t like that, because that is what it was! There is no other explanation for it!”
“HOW DARE YOU!” She yelled, “Do you really think that I would ever betray the First Order? Betray you? Us?” Now that (Y/N) was saying out in the open Kylo knew that she never would. She was loyal through and through, that’s what he loves about her.
Kylo never stopped the tears, hoping that it would soften her a little, “I love you, you’re the only one I care about.”
(Y/N) scoffed, “If you truly loved someone, I mean really love them you would never, ever hurt them in any possible way.” She walked over to the door, with every intention of leaving until Kylo grasped her hand. “LET GO OF ME!” She spun around and faced him, “Leave me alone! You’re nothing but a monster,” she snarled watching and enjoying the hurt wash across his face. She roughly tugged her hand out of Kylo’s grasp and walked out the door.
Kylo stood watching as she left without a backwards glance. When things usually didn’t go his way he would tear everything up, smash everything in his path, but now…now that she left him he found that he couldn’t do anything. With a heavy heart he sat down at the foot of the bed, never taking his eyes off the door. He wished with everything he had that she would walk back to their room, back to him. But he knew deep down that he truly hurt her, betrayed her in the worst way, broken a promise that was never meant to be broken, and because of that she will never come back. For the first time in his life Kylo Ren- a Knight of Ren- didn’t know what to do except whisper the name of his beloved into the empty room.
Imagine Dean’s reaction when he overhears you telling Charlie about your night with him.
“So, Y/N, you never made it make to the room last night I noticed. Care to explain why I woke up this morning to Sam in the bed next to me? What the hell?” Charlie laughed as she watched you pace the kitchen in the bunker.
You had just returned from a case with the boys in which you had enlisted Charlie’s help. You were always excited to spend time with Charlie. She was like the sister you never had. You and her had connected the first time you guys had run into her. She was your best friend from that day forward.
“Come on, Y/N! Spill.” Charlie prodded. You glanced around the room to be sure neither Sam or Dean had entered.
“Fine,” you said in resignation. “I ended up in Dean’s room last night. I’m fairly sure when Sam came to the room, he thought twice about unlocking the door,” you laughed at the memory.
“Damn straight I thought better of it,” Sam interjected as he entered the room. “I wasn’t about to walk in on whatever I was hearing through that door last night,” he said as a shiver ran down his spine. He looked as if he was trying to shake off whatever thought had creeped into his head about you and Dean. His hair flowing around his head as he shook it off.
You looked at Sam with a mixed sense of pride and embarrassment. Sam left the room as you covered your face in your hands and laughed to yourself.
“It was that heated?” Charlie asked needing to know the details.
“Charlie, that doesn’t begin to describe last night,” you giggled. “The things that man can do with his hands, his tongue,” you said remembering Dean’s touch. A chill ran through your body, settling in your stomach at the thought.
When you looked up at Charlie, she had the most ridiculous smile on her face. You looked at her questioningly, and she laughed out loud and pointed behind you.
You turned around to see Dean, standing in the doorway with a cup of coffee. The look on his face said it all. He licked his lips, and raised his eyebrows suggestively as he took a drink from his cup. He was wearing the shirt you loved the most, the burgundy button up.
“Sweetheart, there is plenty more where that came from,” he stated matter of factly setting down his coffee cup and walking toward you, backing you into the sink as he placed his hands on your face. He leaned down to capture your lips in his.
“On that note, I think I’ll go join Sam in the library. Research and what not. Arrivederci, Bitches,” she laughed as you walked out of the kitchen, you and Dean oblivious to her dismissing herself.
Dean pulled away from your embrace and looked around the empty kitchen. “Where’d Charlie go?” He laughed.
You too glanced around realizing you guys must have ran her off. “Oh well,” he smiled devilishly. “You liked my hands so much last night, just wait until you see what they have in store for you tonight,” he said as he placed his hands on your ass, lifting you up so that you could secure your legs around his waist.
You ran your fingers through his hair as you whispered in his ear. “Do your best, sweetheart,” you laughed as Dean carried you back to his room, peppering your neck and collarbone with kisses. The heat from last night was building in the bottom of your stomach. This time it was in response to the memory of Dean rather than the nervousness of being with Dean.
You were so glad things had gone the way they had last night. It changed everything, and it was about damn time.
The title for this felt better in Russian than it did in English so let’s just roll with it. I put the pronunciation there instead of the translation because I didn’t want to spoil the illusion but for those interested parties, it means “trust” (or at least, that’s what google translate tells me). This was requested by jamesbuckyfuckingbarnes and I hope it turned out alright for you. Enjoy, my darlings!
Hey hun :D could i have a bucky x reader where she’s a scientist at HYDRA and is the only one nice to him and they have a thing going on and when he regains his memory he comes and saves her with Steve and he doesn’t trust her until they get out and Bucky gets all fluffy an they get all lovely ext :)
Steve’s shield made short work of the padlock across the
door but nevertheless he paused.
“You’re sure that we can trust her…” He asked again. Bucky grunted.
“For the last time – yes. You just broke a padlock off of her bedroom door and
you’re questioning her loyalty? She’s a prisoner. Just like I was.”
“There’s more than one reason to lock someone in a room.” Steve mumbled before twisting
“There must be something wrong with this scarf… At least you are warm right, Els?”
“Yes, Jack. I am.”
It got cold so fast in Germany that I just have to draw my babies in cozy, warm clothing. At least my heart is filled with warm OTP feels now. Hope whoever loves these two would feel the same way, too :D
And it’s been just too long since I last drew these two. I didn’t have a clue what I was doing when drawing this so I just made it into a gif instead.