#( mmmk bye )

[ragingsands]

> what is holding you back?

the inability to see the good in yourself, therefore relying on others to provide it for you

your heart is so full for the people you love. it's sweet, but you've now forgotten how to care for yourself. you only seem to see great things in the people around you. they're wonderful, and you... you don't like what you're seeing in yourself, right? you need to be reminded that you're enough. that you're talented. that you're worthy. that's partly the reason why you reach out so much. you need to hear it from the lips of someone "better" than you. but afterwards, it makes you feel even more guilty and upset. you feel like your actions are self absorbed. you're aiming for perfection because you see it in others. you're failing to see the flaws in everyone else. i promise, you're no monster. i could say this again and again, but will you believe me when i say you need to find it out for yourself?

tagged by: snagged this for the fun of it from the tl tagging: @tundraecho, @valour-bound, @ubcs, @alphateamsfinest

[bellarkeandclintashaandsuch]

The Guest

I'm rewatching The Guest, and this scene just screams flirting to me.

Even just Yoon's face looks teasing. Or at least more relaxed than usual.

"Don't think. Just come and spend the night." Mmmk Hwa-pyung. Very casual. You don't seem over-eager to get him to your family home or anything.

And Yoon? "Eh, we'll see, maybe. Bye ;)" This is flirty! This man is flirting! You flirt!

[theycallmebecca]

@staff maybe don’t show this AD to people who are already paying for AD FREE tumblr.

Mmmk thanks bye.

[trashheapdragon]

I will now disappear. Enjoy the chaos and H0rny russian roulette of my blog. Mmmk bye

[msilaerehte]

k that’s it imma rewatch darling

[monkberries]

Tony Barrow anon: It's hard for me to remember specifics bc it was a while ago. You see that bit where he says "we all thought"? He does that all the time. Everything is attributed to what the "Beatle insiders" believed which conveniently makes him less accountable. He made some creepy comment about Pattie once & he was very opinionated about The Beatles. Like you said it was hard to tell if he actually liked them.1/2

I remember him being kinda demeaning about George and Ringo. Like insulting George's abilities as a guitarist & acting like Paul and John felt sorry for them. He'd imply McLennon would tell him things about the two of them which they wouldn't say to their faces which I find hard to believe. Also that Beatles "Insiders" believed McLennon were each other's best friends & cared less about the other two. As if he was involved in their conversations. 2/3

A funny thing was that he got pissed about Peter Brown's book and said that the Beatles' inner circle were furious (prob. accurate). But it was lost on him the hypocrisy of him then giving his own account of what Brown said regarding The Beatles' romantic relationships. Like he went through each of them, analyzed them, and gave his own theories. Sometimes he had interesting insights but he also repeated the same stuff a lot. And he just seemed too square to be properly close w/ them imo. 3/3

I also find it hard to believe that Paul and John would trust their gossip about George and Ringo to their PR officer, not only not one of them but older, of a different generation (born in 36) and different class.

[azrielsiphons]

Shadows and Darkness: One and the Same (ch. 16)

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This fic is meant to be read in connection with my Azriel-centric prequel stories. I would highly suggest reading those first to get the full reading experience of this fic.

ONE YEAR OF NO UPDATE AND I RETURN WITH A DOOZY. Thanks for reading if you choose to, please like and reblog (I always read reblog tags) or drop in my ask and let me know what you think. I’ve really loved bringing this story back and I hope some people who kept up with it it way back when are still around and enjoy it <3 

Lena was painfully aware of the fragmented mirror in the pocket of her Illyrian leathers as Jareth led her out of his castle’s trove. The whispers were gradually fading, but her magic still sang with its promises.

“You’ll have to forgive me if I rush back to Prythian.”

Jareth’s chuckle reverberated in Lena’s bones as they ascended the staircase, the darkness of the stairwell setting her at ease like a familiar friend.

“After everything you showed me about your mate I’m surprised you haven’t already rushed back.”

Lena was silent at that, though the corners of her lips tugged upwards in thought of Azriel.

That small smile soon vanished like mist though as she remember the stinging truths he had forced her to confront before she had left.

“Lena, I don’t know how to live with the fact that you killed those people in my name.”

“You killed innocent people for the King because you thought you were protecting me.

“…the burden of their deaths isn’t just on you anymore.”

“…the Lena I know and love would have never killed someone innocent for selfish purposes.”

Though they had promised to be more honest with one another, Lena knew thst she herself still needed to come to terms with her wrong-doings. She needed to own up to the seventy-six innocent lives that she had taken because of her toxic love for Azriel.

There was no blame to be placed anywhere other than unto herself. Not the mating bond, nor the King, nor Azriel himself were at fault for the lives she took too early. Only Lena herself was at fault for her wrongs. And it was time to confess — truly confess.

“Jareth, I know I have already apologized, but,” the King of Vallahan’s wrist was warm under Lena’s fingertips as she reached for him, “I am truly, utterly sorry for what I did to Danias and his family. To your family. I know that you are not helping Prythian simply because of me, but I am indebted to you all the same.”

Jareth’s gaze was piercing as she lowered her head. It did not escape his understanding the significance of someone of her power and unofficial rank bowing to him.

“I accept your apology,” he said, clearly meaning his words. “And I may call upon that debt one day.”

Lena raised her violet eyes, which flashed with delight. “If we survive all of this, I will be sure to answer that call.”

Suddenly heavy, running footsteps echoed throughout the throne room. Lena immediately moved her hands towards the knives sheathed at her side.

“My King!” the running guard called out, a young man with freckles like constellations across his face. “The Summer Court, they’re — they’re under attack!”

“What?” Lena and Jareth both cried out incredulously. “By whom?” Jareth demanded, his voice every bit a King.

“Hybern,” Lena whispered. “They’ve made their first move.” She looked to the guard, her mouth a hard line. “How long would it have taken for that message to get here?”

“Three hours maybe? Perhaps longer.”

Lena cursed under her breath, knowing in her bones that her family would have gotten the message back in the Night Court since she had arrived in Vallahan. And she knew just as well that they all would have gone to aid them.

She swirled on Jareth, the golden crown atop his head reflecting her own resolved expression.

“I have to go to them. My family will already be there. Please, prepare your armies and wait for word from me. Hybern is moving quicker than I anticipated and—”

“Vallahan will be ready when the true battle comes,” Jareth declared, resting his hands on her shoulders. “Go to your family.”

Lena grasped his forearm tightly. “Thank you,” she said, violet eyes shining.

Lena stepped away and wrapped herself in darkness without another word, winnowing to the Summer Court as fast as her magic could carry her.

~~~~~

For all of her time as Hybern’s weapon, Lena had never been in a true battle. No, she had always been the knife in the dark, the assassin at the King’s behest during her time under his thumb.

But not anymore.

She winnowed straight into the middle of Adriata, more specifically to the place where she had once been to a festival there as a girl — with Azriel no less. But the sight there was nothing as she remembered.

The coppery tang of blood filled her senses, and the screams echoed in her ears. Two things both incredibly familiar to her, and yet never in this context.

Hybern’s soldiers were everywhere — High fae, faerie, and more of his horrendous creatures she knew no name for. There were Illyrians already on this street fighting them off — undoubtedly Cassian’s men as she observed the skilled way they fought.

Her observations did not last long though as a green-skinned Hybern faerie gave a horrendous yell, running at her with sword in hand. Lena blinked once, narrowing her eyes as she fell into the killing calm she knew all too well.

And so it began.

She alternated between her magic and her blades, both of which decimated every Hybern soldier in her path. The Illyrian soldiers watched her in awe as they took down enemies of their own — unaware that they were fighting alongside their High Lord’s sister who was also the former weapon of Hybern itself.

Time seemed to pass quickly as she created a haze of blood — odd, considering each mission as Hybern’s weapon seemed to drag on. War was completely different, though the killing felt the same.

An hour had passed when there was finally a break in the bloodshed. Her sword swung hard and true, beheading the last of the ugly winged creatures on the street closest to the docks.

Lena’s chest heaved as its disgusting body crumpled beneath her, its head rolling into the gutter. Licking her chapped lips, she tasted blood as she sheathed her sword once more. Illyrian soldiers whispered behind her as she ran her hands over her cheeks, trying and failing to wipe away all of the red.

It was in the midst of this break that she felt it. The weight upon her magic, the oily slickness preventing her from reaching fully into that well of power deep within.

There was only one person that could be the cause.

In the midst of all the fighting, she had only occasionally tapped into that power for fear of not being able to control it — she was a knife in the dark after all, unaccustomed to full battle. She didn’t want to accidentally mist half of Cassian’s men in an attempt to end the battle early.

And in doing so, she had been oblivious to the dampening power radiating from what could only be the King himself.

With only the slightest hesitation, she reached out with her mind to anyone — everyone in her family.

I’m here, she sent out, wincing at the abnormal difficulty of using her power. Where is everyone? I—

Lena, leave! Rhys’s voice was like a blow to the side of the head, practically screaming inside her head. Get back home before he—

There was nothing she could have done to prevent what followed. Blinding light that was all too familiar ripped her from the very cobble-stoned ground she was standing on. It tore at her skin, making the scar cutting across her face flare in an agony that she foolishly believed she had escaped.

She landed upon a wooden surface face-first, crashing as though she had been flung down from the very heavens. She felt hands grappling at her immediately, pulling her to her feet as she groaned in pain.

Rhys pushed his sister behind him in one smooth motion, his hand reaching back to grasp her arm hard enough to bruise.

Lena blinked away a drop of blood that fell from her brow bone, looking past Rhys’s shoulder at her centuries-long torturer himself.

“Hello, my pet,” the King of Hybern crooned, a sick smile plastered across his face. Not a drop of blood graced his personage. “Thank you for joining us. I have missed you dearly.”

“Do not speak to her.” Rhys’s voice promised a slow, painful death.

“Rhys,” Lena spoke, cursing herself for her wobbling voice, “I’m fine.”

“Are you, dear?” the King asked with a bemused expression. “You look a little pale beneath all of that blood. That lovely scar is still visible as ever though.”

“I wear this scar with pride.”

“Let me guess. You wear it to show how you got away from me, how you survived centuries of torture at the hands of the evil King,” he mocked. The muscles in Lena’s jaw jumped as she grit her teeth. “My dear, you should wear that scar with shame as it was intended. Let it remind you of every day that you stayed when you could have walked right out.” His voice was like the hiss of a snake.

“I fell for your lies, I’ll admit,” Lena spat, pushing past Rhys despite his warning look. “You manipulated me well. But no more. I am free and that kills you, doesn’t it? It must drive you insane that I finally escaped you and now you have to do all of your dirty work yourself.”

“Are you though?” he asked like a lover. “Are you truly free of me, dearest weapon of mine?”

“I will be when you’re corpse is soon rotting in an unmarked grave.”

“Enough of this,” the king said with a flourish of his hand. Lena felt Rhys reinforce his shields. “Before you arrived I was just telling your brother how I plan to reclaim what is rightfully mine. And that does not include the mortals you and your kin deign to coddle and protect.”

Lena looked up to her brother, seeing the burdens written across his face that he held so well. He met her gaze, twin eyes of violet briefly sharing the same mind.

Lena looked back to the King, offering a sly grin. “We’ll see about that.”

Rhys created a javelin of pure power in less than a second, flinging it hard and true at the King’s chest. Just as Lena was about to release her power and mist the King’s cold heart within his very chest — the javelin went straight through him, without leaving a mark.

A mirage. The King wasn’t there at all.

“Did you think I’d appear at this battle myself?” He waved a hand toward the soldiers still watching. “A taste—this battle is only a taste for you. To whet your appetite.”

Then he disappeared.

The dampening magic that had been leaking over Adriata disappeared with him, and the full use of Rhys and Lena’s powers flooded them once more.

The siblings met eyes, shock and fear written over them. The soldiers remaining on the boat looked at the two with nasty smiles, their murderous intent rippling across the boat.

Rhys breathed deeply, preparing for what he had to do. But Lena stopped him with a hand.

“Don’t. I’ll do it.”

The soldiers had barely lifted their swords before Lena misted them all into a cloud of red.

Rhys and Lena stood there in silence as the blood fell — staining the wood and the churning sea waters below as the seconds passed.

“When did you—”

“About an hour ago,” Lena answered, her eyes downcast.

“And you’re okay?” She nodded. Rhys breathed in deeply, casting his eyes across the water to the city — once shining and lively, now running with blood and screams.

“Everyone is here? Everyone is...” She couldn’t bring herself to finish the question.

“Yes. Feyre is…” he gazed off into the space ahead of him, undoubtedly speaking to Feyre through their bond, “…with Tarquin.”

“Go,” Lena said, breaking Rhys out of his reverie by placing a hand on his arm. “Go to her. I’ll find Azriel and the others, and help tend to the wounded.”

“You can’t be seen,” Rhys insisted. “No one else knows that you’re alive.”

“I’m hardly recognizable right now, Rhysand,” she replied, gesturing to the blood and swollen scar across her face. “And no one is going to be paying attention to me anways. Now go to Feyre.”

Rhys’s heavy shoulders rose and fell with a deep breath, his lips pursed together in a forced smile.

“You handled him well,” he said softly. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize he was only an image earlier.”

“You don’t have to apologize for that. He’s a manipulative bastard.”

Rhys nodded, swallowing thickly. Even though Lena could tell he wanted to rush straight back to Feyre, he hesitated.

“I’m proud of you,” he said, looking straight into her eyes. “You did well, and I’m proud of you.”

Lena did not bother trying to hide the effect of his words. She hugged him tightly, unbothered by the blood on her leathers she was transferring onto his pristine suit. He would undoubtedly magick it away when he went to Feyre and Tarquin.

“Go,” she repeated, voice thick with emotion.

Rhys vanished in a flash of darkness that mirrored her own. Alone on the blood stained ship, Lena took a deep breath, reaching out with her magic until she felt Azriel and Cassian. They were moving the injured up the hills above Adriata to where they would likely set up camp.

With one more breath, Lena winnowed to them.

~~~~~

Azriel had one arm hooked under an injured Illyrian’s shoulder, carrying most of the male’s weight as they made their way up the hill. The soldier was moaning in pain, his free hand pressed against his abdomen to hold in his innards.

Azriel shifted his hold to take on more of his weight as they neared the crest.

“Almost there,” he murmured.

Darkness flashed next to them and Azriel felt as though his heart had turned to ice as Lena appeared covered in blood from head to toe. He began to breathe again when he realized it wasn’t her blood she was covered in. 

With no more than a quick glance at Azriel’s person to make sure he was alright, Lena shouldered her way under the soldier’s other arm, shushing his groan of pain.

“Hey, hey, you’re going to be alright,” she said to him in a soothing voice, pressing her own hand against the male’s shredded abdomen as well. The male cursed her, but she paid no mind.

The trio reached the top of the hill, handing the injured male off to another able soldier. Azriel turned to face Lena, a line between his eyes as he beheld her.

“You’re alright?” she asked, scanning him from head to toe.

He nodded. “You?” He could not tell if any of the blood was hers. He could tell, however, that the scar across her face was significantly more predominant.

“I’m fine,” she brushed him off. “How many more are injured?” She turned to look down the side of the hill they had just ascended, seeing soldiers limping or being carried up. Cassian was yet to be seen.

“About a hundred if I had to guess.”

“And Cassian?”

“No serious injuries. He’s flying over the city making sure no one was left behind or mistaken for dead.”

He didn’t miss the way Lena flinched. Her chin bobbed as she swallowed thickly.

“What do you…” She turned back to him with wide eyes. “What do we do now?”

Azriel’s heart clenched as he beheld his mate. She was a killer through and through — but she was no soldier. This was new territory for her. The aftermath.

“We get the rest of the injured up the hill and set up camp. I’ll set up a tent to gather information, and then we will separate the injured based on severity.”

“And the… the dead?”

“We bury them. Individually. Cassian will visit their families in the coming days.”

Lena’s breathing was shaky, but she nodded with feigned confidence all the same.

“Then let’s get to it.”

~~~~~

Lena and Azriel immediately set into motion, alternating between carrying, winnowing, and flying the injured up the hill where the rest of the uninjured soldiers set up a camp.

Lena never flew, not wanting to startle any Illyrians with the brands on her wings, but she did winnow many, which tended to startle them just as much. She thought ahead enough to glamour the color of her eyes so that no one might suspect her relation to Rhys and jump to conclusions — no matter how correct those conclusions might have been.

The sun quickly fell, and fires were started, casting a red glow over the wounded. Lena, along with Feyre and Mor, bustled around the camp and helped wherever needed. She stitched wounds, held in innards, wiped away blood, and more.

Azriel had set up his tent to gather various facets of information from soldiers right away, so Lena did not see him after that. Hours passed swiftly, the air tinged with copper and moans of pain that mixed in with the crickets chirping in the night.

This was a side of violence that Lena had never seen before. The aftermath of battle. She had always killed and then typically left before her victim’s body had even hit the ground. Never had she been a part of something so big. So painful.

It soon dawned on her the responsibility weighing on her brothers even in the midst of this aftermath. The soldiers looked to Rhys wherever he was near as he made rounds through the camp, and persevered through their pain as Cassian offered them words of encouragement. She knew her brothers must have been tired and in pain themselves, but they never wavered.

As the hours carried on and the more severely injured struggled to make it through the night, Lena sought out the worst wounds personally. Hybern must have had another stash of faebane beyond the one that she and Azriel had destroyed weeks prior, for many injuries were untreatable with magic because the weapons used against them had been tipped in the drug.

But Lena could offer comfort and ease. She knew how to soothe, how to take away pain. The ones that could not be saved she could help go peacefully into the night.

In using this magic though, she became distracted, losing sight of the glamour on her eye color. The violet of her eyes that clearly matched Rhys’s combined with the blood on her face sweating off had whispers spreading across the camp.

“…eyes like the High Lord’s…”

“…magic like his…”

“…I thought she died…”

“…she must be a spirit…”

“…Daughter of the Night Court…”

Lena paid no heed, not thinking anyone would actually believe that she was the long dead heir come back to the fold. She focused on the injured, pushing past her own fear and exhaustion.

It was a few hours before dawn when one of the soldiers grabbed her wrist in an iron tight grip as she knelt at his side.

“You’re going to be alright,” she whispered, resting her hand at his temple and allowing peace to come over his mind. Her power was weaning but she still had plenty left. “Shh, just rest.”

“You’re her,” the male choked out, his eyes slowly dulling as his mind adjusted to the peace she offered him. “You’re the Daughter of the Night Court. Your eyes are just like his.”

“Rest,” she repeated, wishing he wouldn’t push himself so much. “Don’t worry about who I am.”

“I saw you fighting. Down there.” That gave Lena pause. “You saved us. We were done for until you came.”

Lena swallowed thickly. “I’m sure you would have been fine without me. You are going to be fine.”

The male shook his head, licking his cracked lips as he tried to stay awake. “No, you came for us. You came for us, you…came for…us.”

The male’s head rolled to the side as he fell unconscious. Lena panicked for a moment until she realized it was only the exhaustion that had taken over him, and his pulse beat steadily.

She took a deep breath, standing to her feet as she tried not to show how the man’s words had affected her.

“Hey.”

Lena whirled at the sound of Cassian’s voice. She had only caught his eye once in passing since the camp had been set up. She had never seen him so… worn.

She surged forward and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders tightly. He returned the embrace without hesitation.

“You should get some sleep. You’ve done more than enough,” he said softly into her ear.

Lena chuckled, pulling back and smiling softly at him. “You should take your own advice, General.”

He tried and failed to muster a grin of his own.

“They’re all talking about you. Half of them think you’re a ghost.”

“Yeah, well,” Lena glanced around the camp at the sleeping soldiers, “so much for keeping a low profile about my return from the dead.”

Lena gestured for Cassian to walk over and sit below a tree with her. As soon as they were both off of their feet they sighed in unison.

“I never thought that was a good idea anyway.”

Lena lifted her head from the tree trunk, blinking at Cassian. “Never thought what was a good idea?”

“Keeping it a secret that you were back,” he said, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms. “The ones out there that don’t think you’re a ghost haunting them are encouraged by your return. They already had respect for the one fighting alongside them down there,” he gestured to the city, “but then realizing that the one that saved so many of them was a royal heir that defied death itself? That means something to them. It gives them pride in their Court leaders where there’s usually only contempt.”

Lena was silent, her brow furrowed in thought. Cassian leaned his head back against the tree trunk, eyes slipping shut. Within seconds, he was asleep. Lena chuckled weakly, touching his arm gently and winnowing him inside his tent on the other side of the camp.

Stepping back out into the cool night air, Lena looked to Azriel’s tent. She stepped over a few sleeping soldiers, calling out her mate’s name softly as she reached the entrance.

“Come in.”

Azriel was standing over a small table filled with notes, his shoulders tense and the bags under his eyes prominent even from where she stood. He did not bother to try and force a smile as he looked up at her.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” he whispered back, his head drooping forward once again and eyes slipping shut.

“What can I do?” she asked, walking to him slowly and covering his hand with her own. The siphon there was dull — only a flicker of blue swirled beneath her fingertips.

“Nothing,” he assured her, leaning into her as she rested her head against his shoulder. “This is enough.”

“You need to rest.”

“I know,” he replied, turning and pressing his lips to her forehead. “You do, too. I heard the soldiers talking about you down there. And Rhys showed me what happened with the King.” He looked deeply into her eyes. “You should sleep.”

“I will. I just… I think ou need to know what happened in Vallahan.”

Azriel leaned back, staring down into her violet eyes — dull with exhaustion. He nodded, silently leading her to his small cot. They sat side by side, hands grasped tightly.

“Jareth agreed to help us,” Lena said, her voice weary but firm. “He has given us the full support of his army when the true battle arrives, but not before.”

Azriel absorbed the information with his full attention, asking questions about the size of Vallahan’s army, where they would be located, the best ways to contact Jareth when the battle arrived. Lena answered to the best of her abilities, focusing on the logistical rather than the emotional side of her visit.

“And Jareth, was he…” Azriel hesitated, “did he try to hurt you?”

“No,” Lena said with a weak smile. “He wasn’t thrilled to see me or find out who I really was, of course, but… we worked things out. The best way people with our kind of history can, I suppose.” She looked down at their hands, running her fingers through the weak shadows rippling across Azriel’s wrists.

“What is it?”

“While Jareth and I were sorting things out, I… I realized something.” She took a deep breath. “Our bond is… overwhelming to me sometimes. Since the moment it kicked in, I’ve had this sort of… tunnel vision when it comes to you. What you said to me yesterday was all so true. The person that I was before would have never killed so many innocent people — not even for you.”

Silver lined her eyes, tears coming easily considering the tired state she found herself in. “I loved you too much, Azriel. My feelings for you got distorted in my mind and I did so many horrible things that I told myself was out of love, but was really only out of… selfishness. And I hope you’ll understand how sorry I am that I did those things in your name. And seeing this battle today,” she laughed weakly, turning her head as she wiped away her tears, “it just reminded me that this is all so much bigger than me and you. And I’m sorry I didn’t see that for such a long time. I’m truly sorry.”

Azriel squeezed Lena’s hand tighter, leaning over and pressing his lips to her forehead firmly, lifting his other hand to rest against her cheek. She leaned into his scarred palm as more tears fell.

“I love you,” he whispered against her skin.

“I love you, too.”

They sat like that for a few more silent moments, holding each other tight. With a deep breath, Lena leaned back and smiled, her eyes just the slightest bit brighter than before.

Suddenly her eyebrows rose as if in shock.

“What is it?” he asked, his muscled body tensing. 

“I forgot,” she said quickly, rotating her torso to reach into the inner pocket of her leathers. “I might have taken something from the Vallahan trove that was… a bit too interesting to simply pass by.”

“Lena,” Azriel tried to scold, but he was so tired it carried no real bite.

“You heard Elain when she had that vision the other day,” Lena said simply. “She told me to take the mirror. Her exact words were, ‘you have to take the mirror.’ So... I took the mirror.”

Azriel closed his eyes and sighed deeply. He wanted just one day where his mate did not do something that made his anxiety rise higher than the Illyrian Steppes.

“Here it is,” she said, finally pulling out the mirror fragment that whispered to her with a new kind of magic she had never felt before.

Azriel narrowed his eyes, taking the fragment in his hand. He turned it back and forth, observing the reflection on both sides.

Lena watched as well, the whispers from before emerging louder and louder with each passing second. It didn’t whisper words, but rather… feelings. Experiences. The mirror told her of another world similar to their own, but… not quite the same. It spoke of a helper, a friend of the truest kind, a—

“It’s just a mirror.”

Lena blinked, startled out of her reverie. “Wait, what? You don’t… you don’t hear it?”

“Hear what?” Azriel asked, looking at her oddly. “Lena, I don’t hear anything. I don’t feel any magic from it at all.”

“That’s not… that doesn’t make any sense. I can hear it, like it’s speaking to me right now. Well not with words exactly but… with feelings almost.”

Lena waited for the judgment, for the placating pat on the shoulder to assuage her.

But Azriel did neither of those things. He only listened, nodded, and looked back to the mirror with curiosity.

“Perhaps it has individualistic magic. It picks the person to share its power with. In this case, you.”

Lena smiled softly. “You believe me?”

Azriel lifted his eyes to her incredulously. “Of course. We don’t lie to each other.”

Lena felt the bond between them grow tighter, renewed with more shadows and darkness between them. She smiled as he looked back to the mirror.

“What did Jareth say about it?”

She faltered. “Well, you see, about that…”

“Lena.”

“It was nothing, really. He said something along the lines of... power unheard of and vanishing and... I don’t remember it all, I wasn’t paying much attention at that point.”

Azriel blinked slowly. “Tell me again why you took this?” He held up the mirror.

“Elain told me to!”

“And you’re choosing to trust the untrained seer?”

Lena thought for a split second. “Yes.”

Azriel loosed a breath that spoke of long-suffering, dropping his head into one hand and extending the mirror fragment back to Lena with the other.

“Please, for the love of the Mother, don’t get hurt trying to use that thing. I can’t handle it, Lena, I can’t. I can’t lose you, especially not right now.”

“Hey,” Lena surged forward, placing her hand on his cheek and lifting his face to hers, “I’m not going anywhere.”

~~~~~

The sun was just about to make its ascent and Lena lay wrapped in Azriel’s arms on his cot. He had fallen asleep immediately once they had finally lay down, but Lena had only got a couple hours of rest before waking up once more.

The mirror fragment in her pocket continued to speak — to call to her.

Lena had been around dark artifacts before. The King of Hybern loved to have them and to use them in various instances. She knew what cruel magic felt like.

And this mirror felt nothing like that. It felt… light. It felt almost like family. Not greedy or unkind. It only held promises of compassion.

But the small voice in the back of her mind — which Azriel would likely call Common Sense — told her that might be the dark magic’s play at work.

Regardless, she could wonder no longer.

Silent as the night itself, Lena winnowed into the woods far enough to hear if someone shouted her name, but not so far as to be heard herself.

With a deep breath, she reached into her pocket and pulled out the mirror fragment. She turned it on each side, feeling the whispers grow louder and louder.

“Well what do you want then?” she murmured.

She turned the mirror once more, and that was when a dark, onyx colored eye appeared.

Lena yelped, dropping the mirror in her shock. And as it fell to the ground, with every turn of the shard she saw that eye looking directly back at her.

When it hit the forest floor, Lena vanished within.

~~~~~

Lena knew she was no longer in Prythian, or in… anywhere, really. It felt too different. The air itself was different, it was almost as though she didn’t even need to breathe.

Nothing was around her. Nothing at all — only empty space.

And yet she felt no panic. No fear or anxiety. She was able to recognize that something had happened and she did not now how to get back to her home or her family, but yet… she was unafraid.

“Hello?” she called out, her voice coming back to her in an echo. “Hello!”

She received no reply. She looked all around, but was met with nothing and no one.

Lena felt his presence before she saw it. She turned slowly, somehow knowing that she was going to be met with those onyx eyes she had seen back in the forest before vanishing within the shard.

A wolf stood before her. Its fur was white and spotless, its eyes that dark onyx she knew to expect. It stood watching her, clearly as curious as she was.

“Hello?” she called out to the wolf softly.

The wolf seemed to… smile.

And then suddenly before her was no longer a wolf. Now there stood a male, tall and incredibly built, with bronze skin and curly golden hair. He smiled wide, canines showing. His ears were pointed like hers. 

His eyes were onyx as the white wolf’s had been. 

“Hello to you, too,” the male said, his lips quirking upwards in an amused grin.

Lena cocked her head to the side, noting in the back of her mind that she should feel much more defensive and on her guard with this stranger than she did. What sort of magic was in this mirror?

“Who are you?” she asked carefully.

The male chuckled and extended his hand.

“I’m Fenrys. And you are?”

~~~~~

[adelaideswifts]

Can we talk about this merch that isn’t on the website for purchase and how it has #Awesome and #No1 on it & that there are pink & blue versions of it....mmmk bye

@taylorswift @taylornation

[infpenguin19]

“Your sacrifice will not be forgotten.” Elyon said, raising his sword to point it at Aurelia’s chest. The sound of clinking armor filled the air as the rest of the army followed suit.

Aurelia raised her own sword in response, glaring at the general. Her eyes flicked around to the two hundred or so enemies surrounding her. She knew she had no chance. She was already exhausted from the battle, and hopelessly outnumbered.

Aurelia’s head was spinning as she tried to process the reality of her every ally turning on her. Her body was still running on instinct, ready to defend herself, but she couldn’t comprehend what was in front of her. I should’ve seen it coming, I should’ve known, then I wouldn’t be in this mess. I should’ve- Aurelia gave her head a tiny shake. Worrying about what she could’ve done wouldn’t help her get out of this alive. Her mind raced, trying to find a solution, or at least a reason she had been betrayed.

Elyon had never liked her, simply tolerated her. Aurelia thought it was because of her magic. Elyon didn’t trust magic. He had never displayed any aggression toward her, though. Well, he is now. She only wondered how he had gotten the entire army to agree with him to kill their hero.

I have to keep him talking, Aurelia thought. She lowered her sword an inch or two and looked the general in the eye. “Just how long have you been planning this, Elyon?” she asked.

“Ever since I heard about the new ‘hero’,” Elyon said, narrowing his eyes. “A sorceress, destined to save the land from evil.” He scoffed. “I didn’t trust it. A sorceress to save the land from a sorcerer? She would just make the world worse.” He laughed. “Magic can’t be trusted. And that’s why you have to die.”

Think think think. Keep him talking. “Soo… you’ve hated me since I was a baby?”

“I hated your magic,” Elyon spat. “It’s unnatural.”

“Mmmk.” Aurelia glanced down by her feet. The ground consisted of a soft, black sand. She shifted her foot slightly and a small cloud of particles puffed up. Hmm. “I was born with magic. I’d argue that’s pretty natural.”

“Augghh!” Elyon grunted as he swung at her. Aurelia quickly hopped out of the way. More fine dust came up from the sand. “This is another reason I’m glad to kill you!”

“What, my logic?” Aurelia teased, dodging another swing. She noted that the soldiers surrounding her were on edge, but not going to attack her without a direct order.

“Your insolence!” Elyon swung his sword at her head, and Aurelia was forced to parry. Dust clouded the air up to their knees. “I don’t know how your mentor put up with you.”

“I think Marion rather liked me,” Aurelia said calmly, hopping out of the way of another swing. “Better than she liked you.”

Elyon’s face grew even redder and he sped up his attacks. Aurelia began her plan, drawing subtle shapes in the air with her free hand. Before Elyon or the soldiers could figure out what was happening, a cloud of dust and sand rose up, circling in a whirlwind around Aurelia. The soldiers coughed, cursing.

Aurelia sprung into action. She had bought herself time where no one could see her and they were all distracted. She quickly bent down and started drawing symbols in the sand, pulling out some of her vials and pouring them on certain lines.

Complicated spells like this required more than just a mental image and tracing. They needed more magical energy than she could give, and were too complicated to hold with just a finger. She glanced up, never stopping her work. Hopefully she had given herself enough time. The dust was beginning to settle.

There! Aurelia traced the final part and pulled out a crystal, ready to finish the spell. She looked up at her former allies one last time. The dust had almost settled and they were all busy coughing and trying to rub sand out of their eyes. She found Elyon in the crowd, wiping his eyes.

Aurelia stood up, careful not to disturb the spell. Elyon opened his eyes, meeting her gaze. His face contorted with rage.

Aurelia waved. “Bye.” She threw down the crystal, and the teleportation spell activated with a bright glow against the sand.

“No-!” Aurelia could just hear Elyon yell as her spell carried her far away from the battlefield. She smirked. Elyon had bitten off more than he could chew when he decided to mess with her.

“Although we are grateful to you for defeating our oppressors, you were meant to die in battle…” your “allies” suddenly turned their weapons on you, “Your sacrifice will not be forgotten.”

[novamir]

MMMK so I just got back from the lunch thing and y’all...

so last night my mom and I were first to leave, she was already in the car and I was just sayin bye and giving hugs and was letting my little cousin beat the shit out of my arm cuz, yknow. it’s a legal obligation to let your little boy cousin beat you up. anyway,

my dad, my uncle, and skeletor are outside of the house talking and I make my way to them like “im finna leave” and its tense for some reason and my dads really upset and anxious so im like “???” And he’s like ill tell you later and I’m like ... alright. so I say bye n head home

so the next day (today) my dad picks me up and i can tell he’s nervous as fuck and im still getting ready so he’s like “so at the end of the whole thing last night, [the great aunt] accused me of calling [skeletor] a cheap bastard and said she was pissed at me. I was so in shock I went to my dad [skeletor] and told him that and he said he’d take care of it, that he knew I didn’t say that to him.” and im like OH REALLY!!!!!!! hmmm AMMUNITION FOR TODAYS LUNCH....

he’s like no, don’t do that. it’s [my uncles] birthday lunch don’t start anything

i, defeated, agreed to it.

my dads got anxiety but i have never seen it as bad as today this man was shaking and I was :0

so we get to the restaurant and im sat by my cousin and my dad. my dads sitting next to skeletor and my GA hasn’t arrived yet.

the seats are all filled, except 2 seats right in front of my dad. the universe is laughing at us I s2g...

so she walks in, and I mentioned last post she had a friend J. now J doesn’t even know my uncle so I don’t fucking know why this bitch is here.

sidenote this bitch... ok so there’s this band called GWAR, it’s like, sick as fuck and I love them but I saw them last year on warped tour and was so excited and posted about it on Facebook. like a few weeks went by and she made this post about how GWAR was like this god hating band and satanic yada yada it was hilarious as shit. thing is I knew she was directing that post toward me- I’ll try and find it but god it was so funny- then she started the whole homophobia toward me and blegh.

they don’t say anything to each other but god... it was so awkward. i was waiting for something to happen so bad

she left later on and took J with her and she hugged everyone but my dad and I. i just smiled and sipped my tea 🍵

anyway I really wanted to say something so bad and I really should’ve but god......

[theofficefantasyfootball]

WEEK 5 - Wrap Up

Don't Be Afraid To Make Mistakes

I never watched Arrested Development when it first aired, but I have been watching it the past few weeks - and I am hooked. This clip is a great reminder that we can't be afraid to make mistakes. But, like you will hear in the Lanakila paragraph, we do have to realize that making mistakes can cost you. So, don't be afraid but do accept the consequences. MMMK (as Jason Bateman would say)

LANAKILA vs TuPADRE

Well, why don't I just tell you rather than making you wait. So this weekend we had a Point of Grace Fan Weekend. 40 "fans" pay big money to hang out with POG in various places around town. One of the nights was a dinner in my backyard and Cliff came to help me set up and tear down. That night he said..." I think that I am going to play Taysom Hill as my TE and I think he might end up being the QB before the game is over and I will get all those points too". I said absolutely - that sounds great. Then Sunday came, and I checked and Hill had 41 points - but was on Cliff's bench. He made a mistake. He got busy and forgot to add Hill to the line up...so he lost to Gullahorn. Nice win Andy. I bet you thought you had the high point didn't you? Tough Breaks. Cliff, lessons learned.

KELCE LATELY vs MR AWESOME

All I want to say is I beat Gabe. Gabe is 0-5 now. If I lost and gave him his first win I would have been so discouraged. So I am surprised, relieved and happy. Sorry Gabe. That's all I am going to say!

TREE HUGGERS vs LONG LEFT BALLERS

Sorry - but I am a bit confused. Not that Scott isn't good at fantasy football, because of course he is...he's 3-2 after all. But, Bebo started his season so strong, winning the first two games and now he has lost the last 3 in a row. Bebo? What up dude? You okay? 76 points is all you got? Scott, great week. You didn't even need Mahomes or Adams but points are points am I right? And congrats on having the Penny back up (Walker) waiting in the wings. I'm happy you will get to watch the Seahawks and your running back at the same time. Nice Win and nice way to steal away the high point during MNF ($20)! Just Huge Games from Mahomes and Adams!

MOOSES ON THE LOOSES vs HOWARD

We say Bye Bye Bye to Mooses on the Looses 3 game winning streak. Taken down by the most unlikely of candidates - Rob Howard who funny as it is - ends his 3 game losing streak. Some dude named Breece Hall put up over 30 points for Howard and both Hurts and Kamara were back in full capacity. Throw on a brilliant day from the Dallas Cowboys defense and you cook up a win! Nice one Rob. Moose - take a seat and accept the fact that even you can lose every now and then. TRADE WITH ME vs BACKDOOR BANDITS

I will be honest. I picked this GIF cause it looked kind of funny and usually I try to make the paragraph about the GIF...but this game was so low scoring and unimpressive that no one is even probably reading this so I am just going to say Kyle won. He deserved the win and so him winning was the right thing.

BOOMER SOONER vs FUNK GUY

And so now we come to the game of the week...the MNF battle between Stu Jones and Dana Cappillino. Dana was finished going into the night with 95.76 and Stu had two monster running backs yet to play - Josh Jacobs and Edwards-Helaire - but was down 22.46. With the Raiders taking an early lead - Josh Jacobs was getting the ball a ton...and in the first half he already had a TD and 73 yards rushing. Stu basically needed 5 points in the second half of the game from these two players. Or just 27 more yards from Jacobs to grab the 100 yard bonus. And just before the end of the 3rd quarter...that is what happened. Jacobs put Stu into the win category. Sorry Dana...but you can put up double digits and secure the win. Not in this league.

CHEERLEADER OF THE WEEK

This weeks Cheerleader is this girl. I don't know who she is but each week as I search for our winner she pops up. So some girl from the New England Patriots wins this week...don't you agree?

[sohlemoney]

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[coffeestudylive]

u cute mmmk

uno reverse no take backs k bye 

[alemonyoyo]

I had a dream 2 nights ago where I met him and I broke down crying (cause he is like my favourite person ever) and he was just like “mmmk bye” and just fucked off. Suffice to say I was DEVASTATED the next morning-

[people-suck-give-me-cute-things]

I just wanted to say that I love your blog ❤🙈. Mmmk bye

Omg thank you so much ❤❤❤❤❤

[jumper-insectia]

I'm gonna go swallow a bunch of pills and sleep forever mmmk yeah bye fml