wheres the heat

Those days
Of winter sun
Slightly woven through
With gentle heat

Where words flow
Easy as footfalls
And thoughts stream
On the delicate breeze

Are the days I will remember.

—  Sorcha

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Cass has decided she wanted a bath. A hot, bubbly bath. And by gods she was going to have one. She got up from her and El's bed and meandered toward the wash room, noting Dan's door slightly ajar. He must have been out. "Dan?" She'd call out, double checking. No response. Good. She'd move to open the door to where the massive wood-fire, heated tub was and shrieked the moment she did, her hands flying to her face to cover it. "What the hell, Dan?! You didn't reply!" He was butt naked.

Hadn’t heard Cass call out because he was humming the tune to a song rather loudly as he washed his hair, though when she screamed he nearly slipped and fell to the floor “Cass get out! It’s my turn to bathe dammit!” He stayed turned away from her because… well she was a sister to him. After she hopefully left he sighed and shook his head, and the promptly cried out in paid “AAAAGH MY EYES!” In the commotion of almost slipping and hiding from Cass the soap in his hair had made its way down to say hello to his eyes.

Y’know, I really enjoy the concept of Clark Kent.

Like, minus the whole superman aspect.

because, like, okay I can buy that maybe he can disguise himself well enough to hide the fact that he’s superman, but i doubt any amount of slouching and glasses wearing can truly disguise that he’s a very tall EXTREMELY muscular man with a jawline that can cut glass.

So basically this newspaper office has this guy who looks like a weightlifter/supermodel just hanging around but he wears glasses and acts like a huge nerd and everyone just goes with it???

Like “Oh yeah, that’s Clark. No no he works here. Oh no don’t bother being intimidated by him, talk to him for five minutes and he’ll devolve into a lecture on proper tractor maintenance. We like Clark.”

 I wonder if the ladies in the office ever drag him with them to bars so they don’t have to worry about creeps trying to harass them like “back off creeps our friend here is 6′4″ and grew up chucking hay bales” 
And then it’s funny because (as far as they know) Clark is like, the meekest lil nerd around. (He don’t look it though!!!!)

It’s just incredible to me that Clark Kent can pull off being a quiet harmless dork while still looking like, well, superman. 


So a friend talked with me about a Music Camp he was in, and I immediately thought of Camp Camp.

I don`t know why, but I`d like to think that Max is a child that would like playing the violin? But his parents had to high standards for him to reach, so his self-estem kinda went down the drain, even though he`s actually really good and enjoys playing!

So I’ve seen fics where Sportacus goes into heat but what if…

What if elves had mating dances.

Hear me out on this. In spring male elves collect flowers and feathers and ribbons and anything colorful and pretty and they weave it into a shawl and wear it around the one they’re courting and just dance around. But its not just normal human dancing. It’s acrobatic and flashy like birds to show off all the pretty stuff they found and what they can do with their bodies like how high they can jump and how flexible they are and how strong they are.

Just imagine Sportacus bird-flirting at Robbie.

I’m just going to say it.

It is stupid to compare the scene in which Kagura gives CPR to Jellal to the scene where Lucy gives body heat to Natsu. This is all for one very simple reason: 

Kagura doesn’t like Jellal.

I don’t even mean this in the romantic sense of “like”. When I say “doesn’t like” in this instance, I’m referring to the fact that Kagura hated Jellal. Up until the end of the Grand Magic Games, Kagura wanted to kill Jellal - and was willing to kill Erza for defending him. It was only after Ultear revealed that she was controlling Jellal at the time and Erza showed her kindness by pushing her out of the way of danger that Kagura decided to not outright assassinate Jellal. Even after she decided to not murder him, she still doesn’t hold him in a high regard. She still called him a scoundrel, and there was a moment where she was debating to let him die. So of cooooooooooourse it’s not romantic. She hated his guts. Now she might not hate his guts enough to want him dead. YAY? Kagura didn’t save Jellal because she cared about Jellal. She saved Jellal because Erza cared about him, and Kagura has adopted Erza as her big sister. Kagura even recognizes Erza’s feelings - hence why she gave Erza a kiss, giving her an indirect kiss. 

Lucy already adores Natsu. 

It’s no big secret. If you’ve been keeping up with Fairy Tail for the past year and are not in constant denial, you can probably guess that Lucy has feelings for Natsu. She might not be explicit in expressing them, but they are heavily implied. What was Lucy’s reaction when Brandish enlarged Natsu’s tumor? What was the last thought that Lucy had before she lost consciousness against Dimaria? What was Lucy’s reaction after waking up? How did she act after she found Natsu? Obviously, the author is trying to portray the fact that Lucy cares a lot for Natsu. That’s what makes her being willing to cuddle with him naked a heartwarming moment. There is a context of intimacy between Natsu and Lucy’s relationship that simply isn’t mirrored between Jellal and Kagura’s relationship. That’s what can make a moment romantic versus non-romantic, because close intimacy is often a precursor to romantic development. It has absolutely nothing to do with whether or not an action is a medical action to save someone’s life, or some other crap like that. Saying that “Both moments are actions taken to save another person’s life. Therefore, both moments must both be interpreted equally as romantic or non romantically” is a non-sequitur. It’s a fallacy that avoids having to deal with the main point of what makes something romantic, which are typically displays of intimacy, declarations of affection, or willingness to self-sacrifice.

My Baby, My Pet

Prompt: Could you please do a hc where Neko!Dan has a heat and Phil helps him?

Author’s Note: DUH DUH DUH DUHHH Delivery from the Phan Smut Queen!!! (why am I like this sometimes) Ask for a hc, get a fic, apparently. (1.7k words)

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Casting circles for different countries

The traditional associations of casting circles are pretty simple: call the spirits of the elements at each of the cardinal directions, invoke whatever deity or deities with whom you work, “brush” or push the negative forces out from within the circle to without it, and then seal it with your own magick and Will. 

The problem is, though, that this was created by people living in the United Kingdom, and as such it was created with the UK’s cardinal directions in mind. These are not always appropriate for where you live, though! Traditionally, you would invoke

Earth in the East
Fire in the South
Water in the West
Air in the North

But here in Australia that makes no sense. In Britain, the further south (towards the equator) you move, the hotter it gets… but in Australia you move NORTH to approach the equator. Fire spirits would be found more towards the North of Australia where the heat is greater and the days are more equal.

In Britain, with the Arctic to the North, Air is placed in the far North as Air spirits love the cold and winds of tundra plains. However, being a Southern hemisphere country, Australia’s cold region is the Antarctic to the South, and so it makes more sense to listen to the Air spirits there, where you’ll actually find them. 

Here on the East Coast of Australia the beautiful Great Dividing Range - a vast mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles and divides our beautiful nation in twain - and the bulk of the Australian continent stretch out towards the West. Meanwhile, to our East, the south Pacific ocean flows with vast Ocean spirits that bring cyclones and thunderstorms to our fair continent. So it makes sense to not place Earth in the East like in the UK (where Europe is all eastwards) but instead in the West, and likewise place Water in the East where the largest ocean on Earth sits, placidly, waiting to devour us all.

But, of course, this is not the same for all! Japan might choose to have the Air of Hokkaido and the Arctic in the North, equatorial Fire in the South, Pacific Water in the East, and Asian Earth in the West; Kenya might have Fire in the East to represent the great Sahara Desert, Water in the West, Earth in the North and Air in the South. The world s full of diversity, and adhering rigidly to the rules of a bunch of 1920s British Wiccans who’d barely even left England in their entire lives and had never seen a non-white person probably isn’t the best idea in our modern world of inexpensive plane tickets and cultural diversity. 

Live on, my bright Wiccans and Witches of the wider world, and let the Spirits of your own lands guide you!

– Juniper Wildwalk, Wiccan of the World

On winter.

I’ve said it a hundred times and I’ll say it again. 

If you say “I like the cold more than the heat,” you’re wrong. Full stop. It’s just not true. You just haven’t taken the time to actually fucking think about it before you say it. 

When I hear that, I assume you have been saying that sentence as a snap reaction for 10+ years without actually stopping to think ‘oh wait, do I even like the cold more than he heat?’ Because you don’t. 

Cold weather is miserable. It’s the definition of suffering. And don’t even try to hit me with that “Well you can always put on more clothes in the winter. You can only take so much off in the summer.” Shut the fuck up. No, you cannot always put on more clothes. Eventually you are so grossly uncomfortable, swaddled in clothes, unable to move, and you’re the person who has the audacity to think “oh yeah I prefer this to summer any day.”

AND YOU AREN’T EVEN WARM. NO winter clothes absolutely do NOT make you warm. They allow you to survive cold weather but I want you to think HARD about the last time you wore winter clothes. Were you actually warm? Or were you just less cold. Because those are not the same thing. 

The worst part of the cold is that you’re ALWAYS uncomfortably cold to varying degrees. No matter how warm your coat is, your toes are frozen. No matter how heavy your socks are, your ears are going numb. 

And when I ask people what their favorite parts of winter are, do you know what they say 99% of the time? Being warm. Drinking hot chocolate. Snuggling up the fireplace. Wrapping yourself in blankets. That’s the OPPOSITE of loving the cold you fool!

No, loving the cold would be saying “Oh hell yeah I LOVE waking up 45 minutes early to dig my car out and warm it up. I LOVE how my toes lose feeling throughout the day. I LOVE feeling the cold wind sting my face when I walk from my car to work. I LOVE how all of my motivation to be active and social is completely sapped from my body for 4 months because the physical activity of having to put on 3 layers of clothes every single time I want to go outside becomes overwhelmingly daunting after 3 weeks.” Because you don’t love the cold. You love how good warmth feels opposed to the cold.

And that’s really what it boils down to. I associate the summer - warmth - with DOING things. With going to the park and eating dinner outside and going on hikes and going swimming and barbecues and family reunions and midnight drives and being impulsive and being carefree. I associate winter with staying inside and being uncomfortable. 

No matter how bad you think the heat is, you’re a liar if you say you’d take a two week vacation in the snowy mountains over a two week vacation on the beach. Snow is beautiful to look at for the 30 minutes you have until you have to deal with it and that shit gets old fast. 

And not to get too introspective, but I guarantee your fondest childhood (or adult!) memories take place on a warm day/night. So the next time someone asks you if you like cold weather or hot weather more, I want you to stop and REALLY give it a good thought. Because you’re wrong.  

Celebration of women filmmakers triggers heated debate among Salma Hayek, Jessica Williams and Shirley MacLaine
“Is your coat wool?” Alfre Woodard asked as she sat at a long, flower-filled table draped with purple paisley Italian linen. “I’m allergic to wool. I can never wear anything nice.”
By Amy Kaufman

Is your coat wool?” Alfre Woodard asked as she sat at a long, flower-filled table draped with purple paisley Italian linen. “I’m allergic to wool. I can never wear anything nice.”

Under the cavernous, vaulted ceiling of a mountain mansion, where the driveway was heated, an indoor stream trickled and a string of faux llamas stood guard on the stone staircase, Woodard sipped a spoonful of vegan cream of vegetable soup served by celebrity chef Cat Cora. Nearby, Marti Noxon, one of the creators of the Lifetime series “Unr​eal,” talked about her feature film debut, “To the Bone,” which would sell the next day to Netflix for a reported $8 million.

Here at the home of ChefDance CEO and founder Mimi Kim, Woodard, Shirley MacLaine, Elle Fanning and Jill Soloway were just part of a formidable group gathered during the Sundance Festival for a lunch to celebrate women in film.

Cindi Leive, editor in chief of Glamour, explained how the magazine had partnered with photographer and talk-show host Amanda de Cadenet’s Girlgaze, a digital initiative for women behind the camera. They wanted to explore how they could support women filmmakers through their respective platforms.

But while these types of occasions present plenty of moments for business-card trading and jealousy-inducing Instagram photos, the open discussions usually stick to polite words of encouragement and empowerment stories.

In that spirit, the idea of mentorships for up-and-coming women in the industry was floated by De Cadenet. Director Kimberly Peirce spoke about how it was important not to stray from female pleasure on-screen and told a story about how the MPAA took issue with a female orgasm that lasted too long in her film “Boys Don’t Cry.”

Then the conversation shifted to our new president.

“My feeling,” said Salma Hayek, “is that we are about to go to war.”

But she had a warning. Hayek, at Sundance with Miguel Arteta’s “Beatriz at Dinner,” agreed that more women need to be hired so that female voices can continue to be recognized by the new administration. “But be careful that we don’t fall into victimization,” she added.

“I don’t want to be hired because I’m a girl. I want them to see I’m fabulous. Don’t give me a job because I’m a girl. It’s condescending.”

Shirley MacLaine, at 82, looking vibrant in purple and pink in honor of Saturday’s Women’s Marches, chimed in, saying that Donald Trump presented a challenge to “each of our inner democracy” and urged everyone at the table to explore their “core identity.”

Just when it seemed that everyone was on the same wavelength, Jessica Williams, the former “Daily Show” correspondent who was at Sundance as the star of Jim Strouse’s “The Incredible Jessica James,” spoke up.

“I have a question for you,” Williams, 27, said to MacLaine. “My question is: What if you are a person of color, or a transgendered person who — just from how you look — you already are in a conflict?”

“Right, but change your point of view,” MacLaine offered. “Change your point of view of being victimized. I’m saying: Find the democracy inside.”

“I’m sorry,” Hayek said, jumping in. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Williams answered.

“Who are you when you’re not black and you’re not a woman? Who are you and what have you got to give?”

Williams took a deep breath. “A lot. But some days, I’m just black, and I’m just a woman,” she said. “Like, it’s not my choice. I know who I am. I know I’m Jessica, and I’m the hottest bitch on the planet I know.”

“No, no, no,” Hayek said. “Take the time to investigate. That’s the trap! …There is so much more.”

“Right,” agreed MacClaine. “The more is inside.”

Williams, whose speech at the women’s march at Sundance was praised as one of the most powerful and effective last week, looked down and said she was struggling to articulate herself. Peirce tried to help her, saying that when she goes out in public looking masculine, she causes discomfort in a way Williams might as a black woman.

​​But that wasn’t quite right. So a​f​ter a few moments of reflection, Williams returned to Hayek.

“I think what you’re saying is valid, but I also think that what you’re saying doesn’t apply to all women. I think that’s impossible.”

“What part of it is impossible?” Hayek responded. “You’re giving attention to how the other one feels.”

“Because I have to,” Williams said.

​”If you have to do that, then do that,” Hayek said. “Then that’s your journey. But I want to inspire other people to know it’s a choice.”

This was when “Mudbound” filmmaker ​Dee Rees — who had moments earlier introduced herself as a black, queer director — j​umped in. At this lunch, she said, she didn’t feel like she was posing a threat to anyone. But in line at the bank? Things were different. “I don’t see myself a victim,” she said. “[Jessica] doesn’t see herself as a victim. But it’s how you’re read.”

“I also feel like the word ‘victim’ — I feel like it has bothered me,” Williams replied. “When I talk about feminism, sometimes I feel like being a black woman is cast aside. I always feel like I’m warring with my womanhood and wanting the world to be better, and with my blackness — which is the opposite of whiteness.”

Cora, who had been in the kitchen cooking lamb stew and halibut, wandered over to share that she grew up gay in Mississippi, where she was sexually abused from age 6. No matter an individual’s experience, she said, she just wished all women would have one another’s backs.

It was a somewhat of an abrupt turn, and “Transparent” creator Soloway returned to Williams to ask her to continue speaking.

“With intersectional feminism, it’s our responsibility as white women to recognize that when there are people of color or people who are queer — we need to prioritize your voices and let you speak the loudest and learn from your experience, because we haven’t been listening. So please, Jessica, finish your thoughts.”

Williams, visibly uncomfortable, said she also wanted to encourage all of the women in the room to pay special attention to women of color and LGBT women. “I think we need to not speak over black women,” she said, “not assign them labels.”

“What does this mean, ‘speak over?’” Hayek asked.

“To project your ideas on me,” Williams said. “I think there is a fear that if we present an idea that, ‘Hey, maybe [black women] have it a little bit harder in this country’ — because we do; black women and trans women do — if we’re having it a little bit harder, it doesn’t invalidate your experience. I really am begging you to not take it personally.”

Williams continued, referencing Planned Parenthood to support her argument. While many women may rely on the clinic, she said, four out of five women who use their services are women of color.

“So when you say women of color,” Hayek began. Then she noticed that Williams was not making eye contact with her. “Jessica, do you mind if I look at your eyes?”

Williams barely looked up.
Still, the back-and-forth continued, with Hayek questioning whether or not she was considered a woman of color in Williams’ estimation. Nearly everyone in the room responded that Hayek was.

“Wouldn’t it solve it if women just all had each other’s backs in general?” Cora asked suddenly.

“Sure,” Peirce said. “The thing is this, yes, all women can work together, but we have to acknowledge that black women have a different experience. She’s here struggling and we keep shutting her down.”

“I don’t think anybody here shut her down,” Cora said, fighting back.

“Can I interrupt, because I feel misunderstood,” Hayek agreed. “It’s not shutting you up. I feel misunderstood on one point: We should be also curious about our brain. By being the best that you can be. That’s what I was trying to say to you.
Let’s not just spend all the time in the anger, but in the investigation.”

“Baby, I’m Mexican and Arab,” she went on, addressing Williams. “I’m from another generation, baby, when this was not even a possibility. My generation, they said, ‘Go back to Mexico. You’ll never be anything other than a maid in this country.’ By the head​s ​of studios! There was no movement. Latino women were not even anywhere near where you guys are. I was the first one. I’m 50 years old. So I understand.”

“You don’t understand,” Williams said, shaking her head quietly.

Leive attempted to wrap up the conversation, noting that many had planes to catch. But it was clear to all that despite the moments of palpable discomfort, an important discussion had just occurred. Rarely do prominent women in Hollywood voice such uncensored opinions.

In the days following the record-breaking women’s marches across the country, it’s tempting to view women as a unified force. But there are still thorny discussions to be had before everyone joins hands and starts singing “Kumbaya.”

SW: WOW. Salma Hayek was being so condescending to Jessica Williams and invalidated Jessica and Jessica’s experience. And gaslighted her. The burden of change isn’t upon Jessica or any black woman - it’s on those that impose those stereotypes, those that have a distorted lens preventing them from seeing us as people, as human beings.

These types of conversations are frustrating because they frame it as black women or black queer women or non gender conforming people as having a lack self-esteem and always being angry and mad at the world. Those limiting us refuse to dismantle that perspective. It’s a such a misunderstanding and mischaracterization and to further push one’s point through being patronizing and condescending makes it more insulting and offensive. 

And it’s really telling how Salma compared her situation to the long historic relationship black people, specifically black women have with whiteness and white supremacy in the US. Really condescending with a sprinkle of one upping on the oppression ladder/oppression olympics and with a non-recognition of her privilege smh. Not to mention that Salma’s career is based upon a derogatory stereotype (i.e. the spicy, sexual Latina). It took a long while for people to begin to see her beyond that.  

This is a huge example of why intersectional politics in hollywood is so shaky and insufficient. Can’t even have an honest conversation about it without being dismissive smh

Klaus’Beta~Smutty September~

Prompt: request: can you do a Klaus smut similar to your Derek one where the reader is in heat and he’s her alpha? he’s super dominating and a lot of dirty talk.

Pairing: Klaus x Reader

Word Count:

Warnings: Lots and lots of like…the sex.

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Imagine Gibbs being your father and taking care of you when you’re on your period.

“Dad, where’s the Advil?” you moaned, pressing your forehead against the cabinet door.

“Headache?” Gibbs asked, pulling out the bottle of painkillers and handing it to you.

You nodded, “And back pain, and nausea. Basically everything hurts and I’m dying.”

Gibbs arched a brow, “Do you need anything?”

You downed an Advil and leaned against the counter. “Do you have any idea where our heating pad went? Also, um,” you flushed in embarrassment, “I think we’re running out of pads? Could you maybe, uh, pick some up, please?”
Gibbs stared at you for a long moment, heat creeping up his own cheeks, “Yeah, sure. Uh, any particular kind?”

You rubbed a hand over your face, “I’ll write it down for you.” You cast your father an awkward smile, “Thanks for doing this for me, dad.”

Gibbs returned your grin, albeit a little uncomfortably, “I changed your diapers when you were a baby, held your hair back when you had the stomach flu, and drove you home after you got your wisdom teeth out. I guess I can handle this.”

“I’d hope that a former marine could handle his daughter being on her period,” you joked, “Now, about that heating pad?”

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Thank you all for the notes and shares! <3 Believe me, I wish this was a real game as much as any of you! I have it all sorted out, I’m ready to go - just lacking the programming skills…oh, and the actual rights to make it happen. ;D But here are some concepts for Act I, part 2 - where the heat is real. literally!

Part 2 of 4: Here are the descriptions/mission for each game:

  • Wait for It: It’s not an easy uphill climb for Aaron Burr as he battles royalists and faces the ghosts of his past. The clock is running but beware: only patience and strategy will win you the game!
  • Battle of Monmouth: Charles Lee has messed up! Take over the lead as Lafayette and fight your way across in the hundred degree heat!
  • DUEL! John Laurens vs Charles Lee: Help Laurens defend Washington’s honour. Take ten paces and face your opponent!
  • Cut Scene: History has its eyes on you!
  • Yorktown, 1781, Level 1 - Hamilton: Take the bullets out your gun! Get up close to the action as you cut you way into the British redoubt!
  • Not Throwin’ Away My Shot: Complete each battle before unlocking the next player and level.
  • Spy on the Inside: That’s right - HERCULES MULLIGAN!!! Steal the British government’s secret plans and smuggle the information to your brother’s revolutionary covenant.
  • Cut Scene: What comes next?
  • Dear Theodosia: Fighting for them is all well and good, but have you tried feeding, entertaining and changing your babies? Play as both Burr and Hamilton, simultaneously. GOOD LUCK, NEW DADS!
  • He’s Just Non-Stop!: Can Burr keep up to Hamilton’s relentless pace to the top? Find out in this race. It’s non-stop!

Full series: || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 …And Peggy! || 

@linmanuel #yayhamlet!

Ruining The Mood

Pairing: Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 635

A/N: Some more floof!!! I really do have a heart! :D :O

“Merry Christmas,” Sebastian grumbled bitterly and you briefly pulled away from him to glare in his direction. He met your eyes and couldn’t help but grin a bit.

“Don’t ruin the mood,” you told him before folding back into him, pulling the blanket back over your shoulder as you stared into the fire. “The heat just so happened to break on a day where no heat repair company is open, big whoop. We have a cozy blanket and a sizzling fire to keep us warm. Not to mention each other.”

He wrapped his arm around you and held you tightly, kissing the top of your head. “I’m sorry for ruining the mood,” he said.

You huffed. “You’re forgiven… for now.” You nestled your head into the crook of his shoulder. “Just don’t be so grumpy.”

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