when shall we meet again

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Well, comrades… We’ve had our fun! Lived, laughed and loved! Friends of my youth, when shall we meet again?

(insp.)

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When shall we meet again?

Daenerys Targaryen x Jorah Mormount

Sansa Stark x Sandor Clegane

Brienne of Tarth x Jaime Lannister

Arya Stark x Gendry Baratheon

Siobhan’s letter...

,,, is a partial excerpt of a poem called “Death is Nothing at All” by Henry Scott-Holland:

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.

All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

 

Modern Mythology: Witches

“When shall we three meet again, in thunder, lightning, or in rain?”

Modern witches with the dirt from the graves they have dug under their nails and with something of ichor in their veins, for how else is their to explain the way her eyes burn, and once you grow close to them, it can no longer be told if their light is of the stars or a pyre. One taste of their poison and you’ll feel that it belongs no where else but your veins. They don shadows as comfortably as their own skin and greet the darkness with a kiss, but it is the darkness that presses prayers on their lips. The blood that stains the lines of their palms can give life or death, collapse all you have known with the turn of their lips, monsters have awoken at their feet and others found their graves. They can make each touch create a scar, for all that matters are the women beside them, who can understand the ashes in the others bones and the quiet wildfires under their skin. There is only decay and beating hearts and flames.

Bloom

Pairing: Jon Snow x Reader


A/N: This is just a little drabble I whipped up on my phone, because my laptop just died. I listened to Bloom by the Paper Kites while writing, enjoy!

“I still love you. I think a piece of me will always love you. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I’m sorry I’m putting this burden on you. I know you’re happy with her. I just wish I could be close to you. I’m sorry.” I finished my rambling as I looked down at the ground and not at the man in front of me.

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Tonight on Aunty Fishy abuses the Ewan McGregor Google Search algorithm, here is a WIP of the three Obi-Wans in my fic Where Shall We Three Meet Again? They’re not done by any stretch of the imagination but you know, how could I not give Arulas his proper eye color? HOW CAN I RESIST SITH EYES? I AM NOT MADE OF STONE.

They are from left to right…

Canon! Obi-Wan Kenobi otherwise known as The Old Man or occasionally Ben Kenobi.
Fem! Obi-Wan otherwise known as Little Sister.
Sith! Obi-Wan otherwise known as Darth Arulas.

Sir-Not-Appearing-In-This-Picture-But-In-This-Fic is Anakin Skywalker, otherwise known as The Podracer and you can find a lovely portrait done by @writegowrite right HERE.

Also, please click to make it bigger so you can actually see details, if you want to? You don’t have to but I think it looks better that way. Also, I think Arulas has raided Count Dooku’s wardrobe. I may need to talk to him about that.

Screw Your Courage to the Sticking Place part 6 (Lin x Reader)

Warnings: a little insecurity and explicit language

A/N: I finally finished planning this out and there’s going to be seven chapters, so this is the second to last one. Also thank you all for the feedback, I love you all so much. 

tags: @21phantasticromances @mukeforpresident

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 


On Tuesday, you head down to the theater to get your final fitting for the light blue dress and dark blue robe that Eliza wears in Best of Wives Best of Women. You walk through the doors at a quarter till two, an extra large caramel latte in your hands.

The fitting actually goes really quick because both the dress and robe still fit perfectly. The dress is soft against your skin, secure around the bottom of your breasts without being too tight. The robe fits equally as well, wrapping around the same spot as the dress. The dress flows loosely to the floor and you can’t help but give a little twirl and admire your reflection in the mirror. 

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The wind howled. Lightning stabbed at the earth erratically, like an inefficient assassin. Thunder rolled back and forth across the dark, rain-lashed hills.

The night was as black as the inside of a cat. It was the kind of night, you could believe, on which gods moved men as though they were pawns on the chessboard of fate. In the middle of this elemental storm a fire gleamed among the dripping furze bushes like the madness in a weasel’s eye. It illuminated three hunched figures. As the cauldron bubbled an eldritch voice shrieked: ‘When shall we three meet again?’

There was a pause.

Finally another voice said, in far more ordinary tones: ‘Well, I can do next Tuesday.’

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ever since then, ever since then, we have been searching
for the other half of the incomplete moon
if we could share the burden of each other’s loneliness
I would make a vow once again
someday, someday, when the cherry blossoms bloom
we shall meet again under the full moon

SPYAIR - サクラミツツキ

Witch fiction I love: fantasy, supernatural, and magical realism

Witches tend to be a very literary bunch; we love to read. And when we’re not reading spell books and witchcraft 101 manuals, most of us love a good fiction to sink our teeth into. So in the spirit of sharing the love, here is a list of books about or featuring witches that I own and love.

Fantasy.

The Witches of Eileanan series by Kate Forsyth - Dragonclaw, The Pool of Two Moons, The Cursed Towers, The Forbidden Land, The Skull of the World, The Fathomless Caves. Set in the land of Eileanan, this series follows the adventures of Isabeau and Iseult, twin sisters with powerful magical gifts. Epic battles, high magic, witches casting circles and revering nature, magical creatures, and a cast of strong female protagonists and antagonists. This was the series that first got me interested in witchcraft lo those many years ago. A fantastic read, you won’t regret it!

The Rhiannon’s Ride trilogy by Kate Forsyth - The Tower of Ravens, The Shining City, The Heart of Stars. Forsyth returns us to the magical world of Eileanan, set some 20 years after the events of The Fathomless Caves. A whole new cast of characters to love, and the return of some old favourites, will delight fans of the original series and newcomers to Eileanan alike.

The Wicked Years by Gregory Maguire - Wicked: the life and times of the Wicked Witch of the West, Son of a Witch, A Lion Among Men, Out of Oz. Read the book that led to one of the most successful Broadway musicals of all time. Wicked recounts the story of Oz, but from the Wicked Witch of the West’s point of view, and takes a close look at the nature of evil and wickedness. While A Lion Among Men fell a little short in my opinion, the series as a whole is fantastic, and turns the loveable, musical world of Oz on its head into an industrial revolutionary-era dystopia, complete with egomaniacal dictators, oppressed minorities, civil war, domestic terrorists, and a persecuted goddess-based religion. So much happened before Dorothy came along, and so much happened after she left.

The Witches Saga of Discworld by Terry Pratchett - Equal Rites, Wyrd Sisters, Witches Abroad, Lords and Ladies, Masquerade, Carpe Jugulum. If you love fantasy but want a bit of a laugh, then these are the books for you. Whilst the Discworld novels as a whole are fantastic, for me it is the Witches novels, and Granny Weatherwax in particular, that really stand out. The novels at once pay homage and lightly mock the staples of witchcraft: the Maiden, Mother, and Crone concept, fairytale witches, cunning women, and modern Wiccans, all are victims and heroes in Pratchett’s hilarious novels. ‘As the cauldron bubbled an eldritch voice shrieked: “When shall we three meet again?” There was a pause. Finally another voice said, in far more ordinary tones: “Well, I can do next Tuesday.”

Supernatural / Urban fantasy.

The Lives of the Mayfair Witches by Anne Rice - The Witching Hour, Lasher, Taltos. Anne Rice, master of gothic thrillers, spins for us a tale of the Mayfairs, a centuries old line of powerful witches, given to poetry, melancholy, and incest, haunted by a dark spirit hell-bent on attaining life. Though The Witching Hour is the strongest of the trilogy, Lasher and Taltos are definitely worth the read. Money, psychic powers, history, New Orleans, these books will have you wishing that you lived in a dilapidated old mansion in the Garden District seeing ghosts everywhere.

The Physic Book of Deliverance Dane by Katherine Howe - previously published as The Lost Book of Salem. A post grad Harvard student majoring in early colonial history is on the hunt for original source material for her doctorate whilst spending the summer cleaning up her late Grandmother’s old house for sale in Marblehead, Massachusetts. Going into too much detail will give away the ending, but suffice it to say any witch will be a fan of this book. It’s not going to win any awards, but it is a very enjoyable read, nonetheless.

Magical Realism (or as I like to call it, my new favourite genre)

Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman. The book, as always, is so much better than the movie, and boy did I love the movie. Sisters Sally and Gillian Owens could not be more different, one a diligent mother, homemaker, and member of the PTA, the other a notorious party girl with a new man every week, both seeking to escape the history of magic and tragedy that has dogged their family since the 1600s. The book provides rich detail that the movie glosses over, and Hoffman’s beautiful prose will leave you at times breathless.

The Probable Future by Alice Hoffman. Women in the Sparrow family are always born in March, and each inherit a unique power upon their 13th birthday. Not being able to feel pain, being able to spot a lie, and to foretell the manner of a person’s death are but three of the magical abilities possessed by the Sparrows of this small, New England town. But more than their powers, The Probable Future is about the relationships between Elinor, Jenny, and Stella, grandmother, mother, and daughter, respectively. Each daughter hates her mother, and each mother tries to mend the pieces of the tattered relationship. A definite favourite of mine.

Garden Spells by Sarah Addison Allen. Each woman in the Waverly family of Bascom, North Carolina, has a subtle magical gift, which sees them relegated as outsiders by townsfolk who paradoxically pay through the nose for their magic. Garden Spells is at its core about the strength of love, be family, friend, or lover. Most of Allen’s books touch on the same subjects, but Garden Spells for me is the original and the best, and I return to it at least once a year.