#5 is the one in the crash - 6 is the one who goes to earth - 7 is the one that stays on the base

[tiredsn0w]

Today I woke up to feeling like Sam Bell clone #5. What a relatable guy. Maybe I'll make a little GERTY model to keep me company.

[artists-who-rarely-draws]

Caught a Vibe!

Wanted to write some headcanons to boost my motivation for drabbles so enjoy!

Minecraft Diaries vs Suprise kisses from reader!

Feat: Garroth, Laurance, Zane, Vylad, Gene, Jeffory, and Cadenza

Info: G/N Reader.

pre established relationships, Zane and Gene sure are themselves lol. Pretty much just fluff. Reader instead of Aphmau in all except for Jeffory, Zane and Gene. Abby is around 5-6, Sasha and Zoey were supposed to be in this, but I got bored of this one and wanted to get it out- if yall want more or I randomly decide to write a part 2 on my own they will be the first ones in it i promise.

Warnings: (I know i said mostly fluff but im sorry) Zane is for sure his own warning but there is mentions of Jeffory's murder in his part and a implication of threatening reader in the past. Genes also not great, his reader is a little naive and he a little frames them. His powers are used but not against reader.

Requests are still open and enjoy under the cut!

Oh, Garroth, sweet, sweet Garroth.

He thinks he's so subtle, but he is not.

Your lovely boyfriend is so starved for affection but so unwilling to ask for it.

He thinks it would be improper being a guard... or at least that's what he says, but it surely stems from his affectionless household.

you catch him sometimes watching your hands or his gaze moving to your lips for only a moment.

It's incredibly endearing. And gives you an *incredibly* devious idea.

really, can you be blamed for Garroth being so fun to tease? He's such a pearl clutcher!!

Patrol reports are boring. you fully understand why they need to happen. But there's never anything to report yet. Somehow, your lovely guards can take 20 minutes to describe *nothing* .

and that's where you sit, listening to Garroth go on about the state of the forest surrounding Pheonix Drop. Turning to you asking if you have anything to add. before doing it *again* .

Crystal blue eyes looking to your lips for just a moment before they are averted.

oh, he makes it too easy.

with a simple smirk, you lean across the table to kiss him.

He goes unbelivably stiff for a moment in his shock before positivley *melting* when your hand moves to cup his warm cheek.

He lets out something between a small whine and a groan when you deepen it, His kiss is soft and sweet, with just an edge of desperation. One hand moving to cradle the back of your head a silent plea for you not to pull away just yet. eliciting a small chuckle from you.

but eventually, it must come to an end. And when you pull away, he chases after your lips for a moment a lovesick haze in his eyes, as if the entire world outside of *you* has fallen away from him. A look that warms you from the inside out and reminds you just how much you love the man in front of you.

'No nothing to add,' you coo softly before fully pulling away, looking to your other two guards. Dantes eyes wide and mouth parted, Laurances eyes were wide as well but there was a sense of amusment to it.

You cheerily excuse yourself, letting them know you will be working on some upgrades for the Plaza if they need you. Leaving behind a sputttering malfunctioning Garroth who crashed back down to earth.

You really will be the death of him.

He's just so handsome.

And his cooking smells so good, His voice is so smooth as he talks about the dish he's making, and you're so in love with the man in your kitchen.

Your relationship is already so affectionate, but will you ever really be satisfied?

You're so busy watching him and fanaticizing you dont even notice that he's stopped cooking to talk to you.

'Hey, you with me?' He asks with a chuckle, snapping you out of the daze.

You look at his slightly crooked smile, giving him a slight smirk, giving you a mischevious idea of your own. His eyebrow raises as he notices the new look in your eye.

You surge forward to kiss him, His eyes widen in slight surprise before closing and leaning further into you. But just before he can move his hands to hold onto you and deepen the kiss, you pull away. He looks down at you with a mixture of amusement and confusion one hand on your hip....

You stare into marble blue eyes for a few moments. Before lifting his hand off your hip so you can dash away laughing, the shout of 'Hey!' and the stove turning off lets you know he's in chase.

'What was all of that about?' he asks, giggling himself as he sets your feet back on the ground.

Even with your head start, you only get halfway down the stairs of the hill to the platform before you feel arms wrap around your midsection, hoisting you in the air and spinning you around with a triumphent shout. Laying quick kisses all over the side of your face as you laugh.

You just let out a contented sigh and turn your head to kiss him for real. Sweet and tender and full of giggles when you remember his shout as you ran.

Being the spouse of the high preist of O'khasis is certainly....interesting.

you know he cared for you in... some real extent. After all, he went through a lot of effort to ensure your engagement. Sabatoging your other suitors and persuading your parents.

That wasn't all it took to convince you. You're not dumb and know of the vast political advantage he gained from marrying you. You were the hier of a village that rivaled Scaleswind in size. If you were dumb you doubt Zane would hold you in any regard.

But Zane does have small moments that convince you that you mean more than just a political pawn.

You still share a bed. You knew no matter what, you would need to share a room to keep appearances, but if he didn't want you in the bed, you were certain you wouldn't be in the bed.

Most nights, you were already asleep when Zane went to bed. but sometimes you would wake up in the middle of the night, and his arm is draped over your side.

He also can be affectionate at times, mostly in public... but there are times in private his hand will find yours, or a quick kiss will be placed to your temple, hand, cheek or very occasisonally the corner of your mouth.

And in a twisted way. You had to care to make threats.

it wasn't anything overt. It was a meeting for the jury of nine. You were seated on the armrest of his throne at his behest. Which wasn't too odd. Whenever Zane saw the opportunity for a power move, he took it. and you still dont know who it was against. The audience he held... or you.

You're stuck staring at the Corpse of Jeffory the Golden Heart laying on the carpet. Zanes pitch black sword still stained with the fathers blood, tossed onto Zanes desk as he makes his way back to his throne.

He pulls you into his lap as he sits. Arms wrapped around your waist and chin resting on your shoulder.

'Let this be a lesson to the rest of you.' He looks around at the rest of the Jury of....well.. Eight gathered. 'This is what happens to those who betray me.'

His arms tighten around your midsection after that.

It's been a while since then. It's getting late, but as usual, Zane is at his desk going through paperwork. The sound of quill on paper and the crackling of the fire makes this moment feel peaceful.

You don't really know what possesed you to do this, maybe the soft light of the fire off of your husbands cheekbones in his rare moments without the mask.

That is what most makes you feel most like he cares for you.

Getting to see the freckles dusting across his light baby face. A view reserved just for you.

'Yes Lamb?' Zane speaks up, making you jump out of your thoughts. He hasnt moved his gaze from his paperwork.

You steel your resolve and get up from your spot, walking to your husbands side, He turns his head to look up to you, one eyebrow raised. Icy blue eyes bearing into you.

'Just heading to bed,' you mummer, leaning down to press a feather light kiss to the corner of his mouth. 'Good night'

you pull away pretending not to notice the way Zanes face flushes the darkest shade of red you have ever seen. And his eyes are wide in suprise.

It's actually pretty adorable, but you know it would take quite a turn if you pointed this moment out.

you go to leave the room when you feel his hand grip onto your wrist.

'Someones feeling *bold* tonight.'

Your boyfriend never really grew out of the whole 'Dissapearing act hide in the trees' thing. Even in times of peace, he goes off to watch and brood.

You suppose you can't blame him. He's been through a lot and is still constantly working towards... welll whatever his goal is. He's pretty elusive about it, but you trust him implicitly despite his insistence. You should be more cautious.

But you feel at some point that it has to be unhealthy to live amongst the trees, stewing on past atrocities rather than fostering genuine connections with people. Something you won't let stand.

'Vylad! Vylad, come on, it's time for dinner!' You call walking through the woods, trying to lure your elusive lover out.

He does not come out immediately, but you can tell you're being watched. The tell tale Goosebumps and raise of unease in your chest, The Feeling of a rabbit being stalked by a wolf and the silence of the forest confirms to you that its a Shadow knight.

You let out a huff as you immeaditly clock the game he's playing.

Vylad likes to test your survival skills from time to time. Letting people in was hard for him. A million times more difficult with the romantic context between you. Sometimes, he needed to assure himself you weren't going to do something stupid and die.

'Fine! But this isn't tag this time! I promised Levin and Malachi we would be eating dinner with them and I don't want the food getting cold' you shout out, knowing full well if Vylad had his way he would be slipping around until either you physically restrained him or he took pity on you.

So you get to work hunting through the trees. Actively going towards what causes all your instincts to scream in protest.

You grip onto the tree and swing around to meet his Pine green eyes, looking back into yours.

'A real enemy isn't going to stick in one spot because you have dinner with your sons.' Vylads voice is muffled behind his scarf as you give him a deadpan.

You reach forward to loosen his scarf just enough to free his mouth.

He instantly assumes you just didn't hear him properly and goes to repeat himself. But you press your lips to his before he can... Vylad always takes a moment, surprised that you'd want to kiss him no matter how many times you have. But he always becomes incredibly passionate, kissing you like it could be the last time.

When you finally part for air that... one of you needs much more than the other. Hands still gripping his scarf, you reply.

'Yes, I know, and Im *very* greatful you did tonight now come on they are waiting' you laugh tugging him along with you back to the village.

Being with Gene means accepting that you never really know when he's gonna drop by, He is fond of you... that's the word he uses. But of course, his plans will always come first.

So, he kinda pops in and out of your life at random, spends Irene knows how long with you, then leaves for Irene knows how long again.

Rinse and repeat.

So you've learned better than to wait around for your hell born partner.

And today you need to go on a trip to the market.

You dont actually live in a Village, you live in a cottage a fairly short walk away from Nahakra.

You make sure to only bring enough coin for what you need and decide to get a covered basket to carry it in that you could keep hooked around your elbow. Trying to minimize the chance of being targeted by any members of the Thieves' Guild. And then you head out!

The walk and most of your shopping goes without a hitch!... the keyword is most.

You had been looking at some blueberries at a stall, You had read about a blueberry tart recipe and wanted to try it out, but with the addition of lemon. Unfortunately, blueberries need much more acidic soil than your plants could handle, so the market was your only go-to.

What's worse is that you apparently weren't early enough because all of the blueberries either were under or overripe, and the ones that were good enough for you to consider taking were way out of your price range.

With furrowed brows and a huff as you stare at the price before putting down the small carton to get your last few items. You're halfway to reaching a new stall when you hear shouting

'STOP you, little Theif!' Well. It is the capital of the Theives Guild. You dont pay it any mind.... until you feel someone harshly grip your wrist and yank

you squeal and grab the wrist of the Stall owner, holding you, trying to pry your arm free from his crushing grip all the while he is screaming obscenities and accusations at you.

Apparently, the blueberries you had been scrutinizing went missing, so he assumed you must have done it.

He's shouting about what the guards will do to you, that you'll be lucky to keep your hands all the while you try to defend yourself. Insist that you didn't do it, but he's ignoring you.

'No one stole anything.' The stall owner goes silent, Gene in the villages armor... somehow? He has one arm over his shoulder and his other hand pressed against the mans forehead, his voice eerily calm. 'You were straightening out your stall, and you knocked the carton over, remember?'

The stall owners eyes are empty. Completely devoid of original thought as he nods, slowly slurring out a yeah.

'Exactly' Gene continues, taking his hand away from the mans face, light slowly reappearing in the vendors eyes as he does.

You always have to suppress a shiver in your spine seeing Gene use his Magicks.

'Now, don't you think you should give this *poor* civillian a apolagy?' He finishes, his arm tightening around the other mans shoulder .

You start to protest, but the man hurriedly apolagizes as genes arm tightens once more,

'You accept that?' Gene asks you. You nod in response, feeling relieved when he lets the vendor go

'There we go all fixed, now why dont you head back to your stall huh?'

It always amazes you how Gene can sound so polite yet so... threatening. The man wisely chooses to run back to his stall.

Gene smirks at you when you're both alone again.

'Wow, theiving, huh? Didn't think you had it in ya Doll' he starts walking away, leaving you stammering for a few moments before you jog to catch up.

You insist you didn't do it, causing him to laugh and pull out the very carton of blueberries from his bag, much to your shock and horror.

'Yeah I know' he hums handing you the offending fruit 'Honestly those prices were *criminal* someone needs to put a stop to that man' he laughs as if he didnt nearly get you arrested???? The audacity???

You proceed to ask him what the *hell* is wrong with him??? You knew he was a criminal, but you had to *live* here! You nearly got dragged to the guards over blueberries!

The man has the *Gall* to look offended, leaning over, so he's at head level with you

'Really Y/N im hurt, I get you those little blueberries you clearly wanted so bad, *and* swooped in and saved you with that guy back there and this is how you repay me??? Not even a thank you for your *Knight in shining armor* Tsk tsk'

You are feeling a mixture of emotions, annoyance, the urge to appease, ..... and a strange warmth. For better or worse, this is the man you fell in love with, horrendous quirks and all.

You lean over and press a chaste kiss to his lips and mummering a small thank you.

He blinks a few times in suprise before smirking wide to egg you on or tease when he notices you rubbing the wrist that man had grabbed, while not bruised it was certainly discolored and sore.

His already lightless eyes darken...

Irene help that mans soul.

Having just arrived home from the market, you watch from the doorway smiling wide.

Jeffory and Abby are in the den playing pretend with swords. Abby is wearing a hood to show she's the villain shouting out and attacking her father.

You loved moments like these, where the Jury of Nine didn't need your fiancée and you all could just be a normal family together. No expectations or glaring preists looming over you.

Your broken out of your thoughts by Jeffory letting out a shout, holding the sword between his arm and side as if hes been stabbed, dramtically leaning backwards slowly and dropping to his knees monolouging about how evil would never win and he would find a way to save the kingdom even in death before fully laying down on his back and letting his head plop to the side with a dramatic groan.

you can NOT help but laugh at this, You love this man, but he is a SHIT actor, and... the idea of a Jury of Nine member defeated is kinda funny, even if it was just pretend.

That alerts both of them to your presence, Jeffory cracking open one sage green eye suprised, but smiles wide moving to get up and help with your basket when Abby whacks him in the head with a sword

'Gah- Hey!! Abby, not nice!'

'You're supposed to be dead! Lay Down!'

After a quick chastizing about using her words, he does as she asks, After all, he's never reeaalllly been able to say no to her.

She gets back in character, laughing manically and saying the kingdom will finally be hers! Then, walking away from her father laughing all the while

You're getting very caught up in the drama when Abby tosses off her hood and then walks back over to Jeffory's 'body' to gasp in horror

'No!! Sir Knight!!' She cries promising to go and get help when her eyes *lock* on you.

uh oh

She runs over to her toy box and brings you a toy crown whispering to you to put it on.

You obviously do, duh.

' Your Majesty!! Your Majesty!! Sir Knight needs your magical healing powers!! Hurry before it's too late!!' she calls, grabbing your hand with her little one to pull you over to where your fiance lays on the floor.

you hold back a chuckle as you kneel on the floor next to him. " Oh, Poor Sir Knight, I see what you mean, Miss Ah -"

Abby opens her mouth to share whatever wildly elaborate name she has setled on for the game when there is a knock on the door and the muffled shout of one of the neighborhood children.

'Abby!! Abby!!! We are playing pick-up sticks, and the winner gets a sachel of candy! come play!!'

double uh oh

There's a LOUD gasp from the girl next to you. Giant puppy eyes pointed to her father, letting out a series of high-pitched pleases.

he huffs, shaking his head lightly but letting her know she can go but to be back before the sun starts setting.

She runs off , and Jeffory gives a light-hearted eye roll at the attention span of kids moving to sit up when you gave him an amused look.

"I thought you were dead, Im supposed to revive you"

He looks at you with a mixture of confusion and amusment.

you lean down to kiss him, his eyes widening in realization and excitment.

his hands wind into your hair, cradling the back of your head, entrapping you in a loving and passionate kiss.

you cradled his face in your hands in turn, reluctantly turning away when your lungs started protesting, panting for a few moments before chuckling at him.

"Healed you~ Now come on, help me put away the produce," you coo to him, standing up and heading over to your basket, hearing him rushing over to you.

he is just insaciable <3

You always made sure to have Cadenza accompany you when traveling to Metelli.

Not only for her to visit her father and friends, but because your favorite activity with each other can only be done in her home village.

A short walk from Metelli is a HUGE lush wild flower field.

The very same fields that Cadenza used to frequent before you met.

Always setting aside a afternoon if not a day of your trip to devote to your girlfriend and the flower fields, Picnics, exploring, finding flowers that remind you of the other most, making flower crowns, and to end it all off lying in the field together.

Sometimes, you accidentally find yourselves waking up there the next morning, breaking out into hushed giggles and sneaking back to your group.

You're both sitting down in the flowers, fruit sandwiches rest on napkins at your sides, Cadenza carefully crafting a very intricate flower crown while you read your book aloud to her.

Some fantasy novel you're only half paying attention to, Irene your girlfriend is so pretty. it's no wonder that a village nearly went to war over her, Irene knows you would.

That's the thought that led you to stop reading and just watch her, waiting for her to look up from her craft.

She does after only a few moments, confused and ready to ask why you stopped when you rush forward, giving her a sweet yet quick kiss.

With that out of your system, you look back to your book to continue reading to her.

Cadenza has other plans though, after processing the pleasant suprise she squeals loudly and launches forward, pratically tackling you to the ground and peppering your face in quick adoring kisses, the type you can feel her smile through, full of laughs from both you.

Only after every inch of your face has been sufficently kissed does she properly connect your lips, Her long firey hair curtining over you, completely surrounding you in *her*

And there is no place you would rather be <3

[thefrogman]

On fucking up...

The house has been incredibly quiet since my dad passed. And that quiet turns into loneliness quite often for me. So last night I decided to use every spoon I had to go to the movies. I swallowed my social anxiety and went out into the world.

The theater had these recliners that sit on a raised step. But when you are actually sitting in the seat you can't see that step. Once the movie was over I forgot about the step. I got up to leave and my ankle caught it on the way down. I flew forward and crashed into the back of a row of seats.

A middle aged gentlemen saw this and said, "Gee buddy, this your first day walking?"

And the other 8 people in the theater gave a boisterous laugh.

I wanted to crawl in a hole and die.

Making a mistake feels bad.

Making a mistake in public is an embarrassing lesson in humility.

And making a mistake witnessed by 15,000 people is terrifying.

When you get something wrong and people call you out, your first instinct is to dig in. Everyone wants to dig in. Which is usually the worst possible reaction. You want to defend yourself. You don't want to believe you were wrong. And you start spewing out reasons why you can't be wrong. I think the current vernacular calls this "tweeting through it."

Over the years I have tried very hard to fight that instinct to dig in. To consider what people have said and recheck my facts to see if my original information could be inaccurate. And sometimes you find out you were right and strengthen your point of view.

But when you find out you were duped or misunderstood the information, there is nothing quite like that sinking feeling.

And when you are wrong in front of 15,000 people... that sinking feeling goes to the center of the earth.

You get sucked into a thought spiral...

"How do I fix this? Do I send a message to all 15,000 people? Do I just post a video of me repeatedly punching myself in the face? Do I delete the post? No, can't delete the post, people will think you are trying to hide your mistake. Plus all those reblogs."

You have to accept the fact that even if you publicly admit you were wrong, a lot of those people are never going to see it. They are going to believe the thing and possibly spread it to others.

You've created a runaway freight train and you just have to watch it crash into stuff.

The sad thing is I have learned this lesson a few times in my 10+ years of being a minor public figure. It has caused me to be so paranoid about passing along bad information that I will fact check things to death. Sometimes 5 or 6 sources. I'll look at reputable sources and disreputable sources. And I'll try to corroborate those disreputable sources just as an exercise to give me confidence I have the best information at that time.

But the other night I finished watching John Wick 4 and was high on action juice. I started watching every John Wick video on YouTube. My history shows about 40 videos. And at 2 or 3am I heard the director being hyperbolic in a podcast clip and thought a fun fact was too great not to share.

I thought, "I'm not telling people to eat horse paste for COVID. I'm not pretending I'm a submarine expert who knows exactly how to save people at the bottom of the ocean. It's just a flippy gun maneuver. I'm sure Chad knows what he is talking about."

So I posted the thing on my personal blog with sleep in my eyes and figured it was fine. And after 500 notes no one had really said anything, so I thought it was okay to share on my main blog.

And that was my biggest mistake. I deemed the subject matter to be trivial so I lowered my standards.

I forgot that damn step was there and flew into the seats.

There are dishonest people on the internet. Tons of them. People who will post dangerous misinformation without a care. People who have a pattern of lying. Grifters who thrive on baiting people for clicks. And I think it has caused us to react to bad information with hostility by default. People forget that there are still honest people who just make a mistake or get duped. Yet they can still feel the need to make people feel stupid for believing something that seems so obvious to them.

I have been guilty of this myself. I have called people out forgetting they are a human being behind that social media avatar.

The first person to call me out just said, "This is not true, LMFAO."

That's not helpful.

People made me feel like I was a liar. And I am very sensitive to that. For years doctors, family, and friends were skeptical of my Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. And when someone accuses me of being dishonest, I get very anxious and see red.

But I tried very hard not to dig in. I asked for more information--for evidence. Just point me in a direction so I can figure out what's true. But I got angry when all they said was that I was wrong without elaboration. Which is another form of digging in.

I guess I'm asking people to start with compassion before hostility. Maybe if we don't know the person or they have been a mostly reliable source, we can give people a chance. If the person has a history of deception, that's a different story. Bad faith is usually pretty easy to spot.

I remember for a long time I used to love telling people their blood was blue until it was exposed to oxygen. It was just the funnest fun fact I had ever heard and I *needed* others to know the thing I knew. Giving people knowledge can be intoxicating. But then I told my good friend who just became a medical resident and he was like, "I don't remember that in medical school. I think that might be an urban legend."

I still got that sinking feeling and I still had flashbacks to every person I told... but I was grateful he was so kind when he corrected me.

You can correct someone with kindness.

I'd ask that you imagine yourself in their shoes. Think about how embarrassing it is when you get something wrong. And just be like, "Hey, I think you got some bad information. Here's why."

When someone faceplants into a row of seats, metaphorically or otherwise, maybe ask if they are okay before laughing at them.

[fernandopiastri28]

quand c’est - part 5 ~ ln4 x op81

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

Damage? Fuck. Shit. Fucking shit. “Will I be able to drive again?” Lando’s voice raises and wobbles, tears he can’t even feel dribbling down his cheeks. He doesn’t want to imagine a life without racing. He’s only just gotten his first win a few months back, he can’t lose it all now.

warnings: major illness, cancer, sickness, brain damage

Lando’s body feels fuzzy- if that’s possible.

Where is he?

He should be in the car, he knows he hasn’t finished the race yet. He still has a chance- he’s doing so well, he’s guaranteed at least 6 points.

So why can’t he move an inch? Why can’t he feel the familiar rumble of the car underneath him? Why can he just see chipping white paint above him for as far as he can see?

“He just- he doesn’t know when to say when, and-and it scares me,” There’s a stammering and choked voice cutting through the painful silence of the room. It’s one he knows just as well as he knows his own.

But right now, everything feels unfamiliar. His hearing feels like an old recorded tape, his teeth feel like they’ve been awkwardly shoved into his mouth, and his body- just isn’t his.

Bile shoots up his throat, and he feels immobilised. He can’t turn his head to cough or vomit it out- it’s like he’s frozen in place. He’s in a hospital, he can figure out that much. There’s an IV in his hand and a drip attached, slow trickles of water making their way into his system.

“Like- he fucking knows he’s unwell- he’s on the brink of death, but he’s too proud to ever accept it,” Who ever it is is clearly on the phone, passionately ranting about someone who Lando can only assume is himself.

Lando should’ve expected that. He let down a whole lot of people in Singapore. Himself- first off, the whole McLaren team- especially Zac and Andrea, all the McLaren fans who’d paid good money to see him race tonight and he’d just bombed it.

Most of all- he knows he has disappointed Oscar.

Maybe that’s who’s talking. “And I- I worry about him, all the fucking time. He never lets himself fully recover from anything. Las Vegas last year- he insisted on going out clubbing like two days later. In Amsterdam when he got that fucking cut on his nose and didn’t let anyone clean him up so now he’s got a permanent scar on his nose.”

Oscar’s still in the car. It must be Jon.

“He just- he won’t let anyone take care of him- even me. I just, I just wish he knew how willing I would be. I would drop anything to make sure he’s alright. Like-” Whoever it is is struggling to speak clearly, their voice stuffy and thick with tears. Lando feels awful, not just his body, but because he knows that this is his own doing.

The voice goes silent for a while, the noise of someone on the other end of the line quietly speaking sounds nothing more than a mumble to Lando. It almost feels like his ears have been stuffed with cotton.

“I’m just worried about him, Logan,” Logan? Why on earth would Logan be out of the car and on the phone. Better yet, why is Jon calling Logan Sargeant?

“Oscar?” Lando’s voice seems foreign, not attached to himself.

“Holy sh- Logan, he’s awake, I’ve gotta go,” Oscar hangs up the phone, rushing to Lando’s side to cling onto the edge of his hospital bed. “Lans,” He whispers, wiping his hand over the brit’s forehead. “How are you feeling?”

Lando spaces out, Oscar’s face becoming a blurry sight. “Why am I not in the car?”

Oscar looks away, chewing at his bottom lip. He’s being avoidant, trying to think of a way to let Lando down slowly- whatever the reason is.

“You crashed into Fernando.”

“Alonso?”

“No, Gasly.” He replies stone faced, “Of course Alonso,” Oscar’s face softens, a small smile appearing.

Lando grins for a moment, rolling his eyes. It falters when it sinks in what Oscar just said. You crashed into Fernando, not Fernando crashed into you. It was Lando’s fault.

“Why’d I crash? Was it wet out?” Memories of Sochi fill his head, fucking rain ruining his races. “Was there something wrong with the car?” He wants to be logical, and he’s trying to do that the best he can, but it all feels unexplainable. He can’t have crashed, there’s just no way.

“They think that-” Oscar shuts his eyes for a moment, and Lando can properly see his features again. Pale cheeks dusted an angry red, stained with tear drops. Brown eyes, watery and sore. A mess of hair on top of his head, much like how it normally sits after a race. “They think you had a seizure,”

What. The. Fuck.

“A what?” Lando knew what Oscar had said, but it was easier to play dumb, to pretend he didn’t have a clue as to what the younger boy was talking about. It was easier to play pretend.

Lando had never had a seizure before, nor did he have a history of seizures in his family. It just wasn’t possible.

“A seizure,” Fucking thanks Oscar, I did hear you the first time. “They’ve done a few tests on your head so..” Oscar’s tongue prods at the inside of his cheek, like he’s trying to avoid saying something. “They’re just seeing if there was any damage.

Damage? Fuck. Shit. Fucking shit. “Will I be able to drive again?” Lando’s voice raises and wobbles, tears he can’t even feel dribbling down his cheeks. He doesn’t want to imagine a life without racing. He’s only just gotten his first win a few months back, he can’t lose it all now.

Oscar sucks on his bottom lip, his teeth poking out on top of it slightly, “Don’t worry Lando,” He reaches over, hugging Lando to his chest tightly, “The doctors are taking good care of you, I’ll take care of you, I promise you will race again,”

Lando has never known Oscar to lie. If Oscar is promising that Lando will race again, Lando will race again.

A bubble forms in Lando’s throat, choking him, “I’m so sorry, Osc,” Oscar’s eyes immediately go wide with panic, unsure as to why Lando’s apologising. “I sh-should’ve listened to you, I’m such a fucking idiot,”

It’s because it’s clicking now- Oscar was complaining to Logan about how he never listens to him. He’s right, Lando is an awful boyfriend who doesn’t know how to fucking take care of himself. They’re supposed to be a couple, yet it’s more like Oscar’s his caretaker, and Lando hates himself for being Oscar in that position.

“Oh, Lans,” His voice is breathy as he drags his fingers along Lando’s cheek, soft and faint. “It’s okay, you’ll be okay, I’m not mad,” He kisses Lando’s forehead, his eyes studying each twitch Lando’s face makes.

Oscar’s not mad, but he’s definitely disappointed.

You stupid fuck, Lando Norris.

“Okay,” His voice halters, a forced response. They both go silent after that, Oscar holding Lando’s right hand in his own, kissing the back of the Brit's hand every so often.

Lando stares up at the ceiling. It’s better than looking at Oscar who just looks so broken and concerned. Lando will only hate himself more and more if he looks at Oscar, looks at who he let down.

“Mr Piastri, Mr Norris,” A doctor announces her presence in the room with a barely there knock on the door. It’s been a few hours of Lando laying and staring at the ceiling, he can only assume based on how it’s beginning to become bright outside. Lando tilts his head up, only then noticing that the pain in his head is almost fully gone.

Being doped up is a good feeling.

“Yes?” Oscar looks towards her, keeping Lando’s hand in his. He licks his lips, holding his breath in anticipation. He knows he needs to stay calm, he needs to stay strong for Lando no matter what the doctor says.

The doctor sucks in a deep breath. She looks no older than 25, which realistically she must be, but she looks only just older than the two boys. She looks like an experienced kid- just as Lando is, just like what he pretends he isn’t. "Mr. Norris, I have some upsetting news,”

Oscar looks at Lando, and Lando doesn;t meet his eyes. He knows that ‘upsetting’ doesn’t even begin to describe whatever he’s about to hear. He’s heard horror stories from acquaintances, he’s watched movies and shows. He knows they’re sugar coating whatever it is.

“So, we were correct- you suffered a tonic-clonic seizure during the race, just as you made contact with..” She trails off, unsure of the name of the driver Lando crashed into. He feels mortified, fucking crashing into the two time world champion of Fernando Alonso. Having a seizure and crashing into Alonso.

“And with the results of your recent MRI- they have detected a mass in the frontal lobe of your brain,” Lando’s eyebrows tighten and Oscar squeezes his hand, grounds him.” And it appears to be malignant,”

Lando doesn’t consider himself a particularly smart guy, and usually, it’s to his disadvantage. Yet, for once, his lack of knowledge for what malignant is means that he gets to stay in that sheltered bubble of nothing is wrong for just a bit longer.

He can pretend nothing is wrong, just for a few moments.

“We have several treatment options, including surgery and chemotherapy, which we can discuss in further detail if you have any questions about them.” Lando feels a tug in his hand, Oscar lurching forward in a sob. It’s bad, malignant must mean it’s bad.

He’s not going to let himself feel it. “Chemo?” Oscar’s voice cracks.

“We fear it has already developed to stage 1 brain cancer,”

Norris's lead is up to 4.5s now with 11 laps to go. Could his 110th grand prix be the occasion of his first victory?

“We are here to support you through every step of this process.”

Norris has finished second eight times and has 15 podiums to his name without winning. Could this finally be the day his luck turns? They're counting down the laps nervously at McLaren.

The door clicks shut and Oscar buries his face into Lando’s chest, “Oh my god Lando, Lans, I’m so sorry,”

Norris's lead ticks past the six seconds mark. Four laps to go and McLaren are practising their best poker faces on the pit wall. Not an inkling of a smile just yet on the face of Zak Brown.

“I love you Lando, I love you and I’m gonna- we’re gonna do this together, you’re gonna get better,”

Three laps to go for Norris. He's under no pressure from behind.

“You’re gonna race again, I promise you,”

Two to go now before F1 has a new race winner.

“You’re gonna win again, we're gonna be on the podium again together,”

Norris is onto his final lap. He can almost push it home from here.

“You’re gonna be a champion, Lans, a world champion,”

Across the line comes Lando Norris to win the 2024 F1 Miami Grand Prix! It's the first grand prix win of his career, and the first for McLaren since Monza 2021, when Daniel Ricciardo hit the top step.

Oscar’s a fucking liar and an idealist. Lando’s not gonna race again, if the brain cancer doesn’t kill him, it’s gonna leave him a shell of the man he once was.

He’s already not the Lando Norris, he’s hardly even Lando.

He’s just sick.

[myalchod]

Silrah + AU in which Farah's not killed but sent to Earth forgetting everything about the Otherworld

Another one that didn't come out the way I intended to, but I've been staring at it for long enough that I'm just gonna go with what I have at this point ...

1. It’s Sky who finds her, chasing a rumour that he hopes might be Bloom into the First World. He watches only long enough to be sure that she doesn’t know him — their eyes meeting across the expanse of parkland, the complete lack of recognition in hers — before returning to the Otherworld. “It’s her,” he tells them, sitting around the table that evening, and sees hope flare in the eyes of the man who raised him. “I know it’s her. But …” and that light fades as he continues.

2. Of course Saul goes. For her, he would always go; even if the rumour proves false, he would risk far more for the possibility that it’s his fairy out there. The bond between them has been dead since the day he’d been dragged to the Solarian prison over a year ago, leaving him certain that Rosalind had killed her, but as he watches the woman who could be her ghost, he feels, or imagines he does, something stir in his chest.

3. He doesn’t approach. At first it’s fear, because there’s a possibility that he’s wrong and this isn’t Farah, but when Musa accompanies him on his next scouting run, she confirms what he’s known in his gut from the moment he first set eyes on her. There’s such sympathy in her gaze that he has to look away, focussing instead on the clouds overhead, wondering if this is the same sky as they see in the Otherworld. The thought is less comforting than it should be.

4. They had talked, in the years after Aster Dell, about what it might be like to forget that day — if walking away from the past might let them find some measure of happiness once freed of its weight. Remembering those conversations, he tries to tell himself that he should stay away; she’s achieved that, and he has no right to wake the demons of the past for his own selfishness. And yet he comes back, again and again, because the pull remains too strong, and because his own nightmares persist and he needs to know she’s safe, she’s well, that at least one of them has broken free.

5. He thinks he’s been discreet, and so he’s entirely unprepared for the day she sits down on the bench beside him. “I don’t bite, you know,” she says without preamble, and as she smiles he’s struck yet again by the lightness of this woman, and the unfairness of bringing the weight of memory to crash down on her again. (And yet.)

6. If this was a First World fairy tale, that first brush of her lips against his would right everything once more. But he knows, better than most, that those tales hold little of reality, and so it is nothing more than a kiss.

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Bayverse History Rewrite!

So. Here it is, folks. Calling this a graveyard of stars from now on/

My cliff notes version of Bayverse History, but it makes sense (to me at least and things will get weird. Enjoy!

These uh. Turned out to not be all that cliff notey lmao

Ok so for this, we're gonna take it back. By like. A lot.

Starting with Grimlock and his Dinobots.

In AOE Optimus calls them legendary warriors, ancient, and all that. So, in this, that's what they are.

12 Billion Years Ago: The Dinobots are Sparked, living on Cybertron with the Predacons before The Fallen Megatronus slaughters them, casting Grimlock and his followers off Cybertron.

10 billion Years Ago: The Fallen has to contend with the Knights, followers of Prima who were created by the combined genius of Onyx and Alamgamus Prime to be one of Cybertron's "Great Protectors"

6 Billion Years Ago: The 13 Primes have fallen into ruin and death, leaving only The Fallen left on Cybertron to guide their people and the Age of Expansion begins, leading the the start of the Cybertronian Empire. Sentinel Prime (called something else before his Primacy) is Sparked.

5 Billion Years Ago: The Knights have become the Knights of Iacon lead by Quintessa, safe guarding the Entrance to the Spark, the only way to reach Primus. The Fallen has been exploding stars to harvest more Energon for his war machines, slowly expanding the Empire past their own galactic boarders.

4 Billion Years Ago: Our sun is formed, and its gravity pulls in the dead husk of a sleeping god, which over time forms Earth.

2 Billion Years Ago: The Fallen senses Unicron and chases down the signal, finding a new-star and a planet slowly forming life. He makes plans to return to harvest the star once it is settled, in an effort to kill Unicron.

1 Billion Years Ago: The Quintessons attack and the Cybertronian Empire collaspes. The Legendary Matrix of Leadership chooses Sentinel Prime to lead Cybertron, and the Caste System is implemented to keep order. Megatron is Sparked. In a last ditch effort to save Cybertron Sentinel casts out the Knights after making a deal with Quintessa, only for them to have been one step ahead and had stolen Quintessa's Staff, rendering the Quintesson Army useless.

900 Million Years Ago: Sentinel wins the Quintesson War and takes all the Cybertronians created by them into the masses. Any rebellion against the System is swiftly put down even as dissent rises.

800 Million Years Ago: The Matrix goes dormant. The Fallen has entered the Milky Way.

700 Million Years Ago: Megatron rises to power and dissent turns to rebellion on the few colonies Cybertron has managed to keep.

600 Million Years Ago: Sentinel crushes the rebellions and puts Megatron to work as a heavy laborer, and he eventually wins his freedom from that by becoming a gladiator.

500 Million Years Ago: Quintessa creates Lockdown to hunt for her staff and to collect her Knights for their betrayal. Orion Pax is Sparked.

400 Million Years Ago: Orion meets Megatron, and the Decepticons rise to fame.

300 Million Years Ago: War breaks out, and Sentinel struggles to maintain control. The Autobots are formed, rallying behind Ultra Magnus of the Elite Guard (a knock off Knights of Iacon) and Orion Pax, who has split from Megatron due to ideological differences.

250 Million Years Ago: Orion Pax becomes Optimus Prime, chosen by Primus to remove Sentinel from power, but who still remains a mentor to the young Prime.

200 Million Years Ago: Optimus makes the decision to send the Allspark into space in the hopes that Megatron would never get his hands on it.

150 Million Years Ago: Lockdown has captured the Dinobots and is hunting the Knights down one by one. Primus is dead. Cybertron is abandoned. The Fallen feels the death of his creator and goes even more mad, focusing on Unicron.

100 Million Years Ago: The Knights crash land on prehistoric Earth and fall into a deep stasis. Quintessa stops by and glasses part of the planet to start rebuilding her army to destroy Primus, not knowing that the planet itself is Unicron.

65 Million Years Ago: The Allspark lands on Earth, causing a mass extinction. It immediately starts influencing all life on the planet to become smarter, more resilient, and for humanity to be created early. Chaos and Creation coming together to form us.

20 Million Years Ago: The Fallen finds Earth and sets up the Harvester. He is betrayed and cast out, but not before he ends up nearly wiping out most of the intelligent life on the planet.

10 Million Years Ago: Megatron has found the Allspark, but crashes into the Arctic and is in stasis.

10,000 Years Ago: Humanity has made a comeback thanks to the Allspark and is spreading across the continents. An ancient culture (now extinct) worshiped the Allspark, and their descendants are known as being the best and brightest, star touched, crazy. The Autobots have found the planet the Allspark is on and are enroute.

1,000 Years Ago: The Knights are awakened by Merlin. The Cult of Unicron has its beginning. Autobots and Decepticons land on Earth and duke it out, then go into hiding, searching for the Harvester, bc Energon is scarce and they're close to starving.

100 Years Ago: The First Seven discover the Allspark and the Hoover Dam is Built around it.

I'll add more indepth shit when i'm not beating my head against a wall. And yes I made Cybertronians super long lived in this so what. Feel free to ask my any questions about this!

[siilvan]

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5, 6, 19, 20,

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5. How far is your oc willing to go to get what they want?

well... this entirely depends on the context. typically, she's not willing to pursue anything if it means harming, or even just inconveniencing, those around her. she cares very deeply about how her actions impact others, so she tries not to pursue things that'll lead her down a less righteous path.

that being said, when there is a goal she feels she has to achieve, no length is too far. she very quickly became judge, jury, and executioner after discovering her father's war crimes; although the killing was deserved, she did technically commit patricide and murder the commander of the KCT. if the truth ever got out, she'd probably be labeled a criminal. i'm not sure if it's also a war crime. 😶

6. How easily could your oc be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

piggybacking off the last question: not easily! petra's got strong morals and clings to them pretty heavily. she often questions her own goodness and uses her moral compass as a gauge of it – if whatever she's doing aligns with it, then she can calm down the voice in the back of her mind comparing her to the worst people.

again, that being said, there are times her moral compass conflicts with itself. take someone like makarov (the aforementioned worst people) for example; while his long list of crimes indicate that a bullet through the skull would be a mercy, petra struggles once confronted with information about his past. he's a bad person now, but it's hard for her to shake the idea of a good person who can do a lot of good things still existing somewhere inside of him.

at the end of the day, she picks the greater good over personal gain, though. hence why she hates him.

19. How does your oc behave when enraged?

petra's not one to often get enraged – frustrated, angry, even spiteful, but enraged? it takes something severe to push her to that point. if anything's bad enough to enrage her, then chances are the "proper" response to said thing is going full scorched earth. if she's enraged, she's not thinking in the long-term, she's thinking about here and now.

if it's an enemy who caused it, then she won't rest until said enemy is wiped off the face of the planet. no compromise. she's stubborn as a mule and perfectly willing to fight dirty in a situation that calls for it. she'll destroy herself for the sake of taking care of who/whatever caused her rage because, chances are, that's what it'll take.

20. Does your oc have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

i'd like to claim that she's not the jealous type, but petra is prone to insecurity and self doubt that can lead to jealousy at times. she doesn't often get jealous of the people around her, though. she's more of the type to revel in her friend's successes and cheer them on, regardless of how she feels.

when it comes to a romantic situation, however, she is a little more prone to jealousy. not in a controlling, possessive way, but in an insecure, dejected way. whenever she's jealous, she questions herself a lot and starts nitpicking at things no sane person would even care to notice; it's her way of breaking herself down, so the inevitable heartbreak hurts less.

she typically does a good job of hiding her jealousy, though. she does a pretty good job of regulating her emotions in general, so she's more used to putting on a happy, confident front and shoving those unpleasant feelings down. however, she's still human and has her limits. eventually, she will break and have it all come crashing down on her.

[hangedmanrui]

With just 2 days left to order the Revue Starlight Enactment Zine (order here!) and less than 10 orders left to unlocking the bgumi pin (which I also designed), I thought I would post my thought process behind the bookmark I made for the zine. It's long, so... more under the cut

starting with the arcana arcadia side - i wanted to try to depict the entire story so I split it up vertically into 6 parts.

act 1

pretty self explanatory - the magician summoning the devil, the hanged man saying he won't stop walking, high priestess being sent to hell

act 2 - is a depiction of these two moments in the screenshots

act 3

also self explanatory... the trial. hermit's eyes are closed, still in denial of the truth

act 4

this one i struggled with a bit initially - because conceptually they're also the wild pirates but Evolved in the "play part" of act 4, at first i wanted to include that, but i couldn't figure out a clear way to do so. the paper moon is aruru:

act 5

this was the easiest to come up with - i was just like OK. STAR WAR. (though i did mess around a lot with the directions they faced) the escape pod is taking star girl away from the battle.. the bottom 3 are cheering as they crash to their deaths. the effects on ai/hologram hikari were fun to do. it was inspired the most by this poster:

act 6

and so the girl arrives at her destination - the moon, a desert of bone and ash. where arcana go to die and be reborn. the fool sets off on his new journey, the world teaches the star of her identity, and the moon passes on her brilliance... ah... i can't put a succinct story screenshot in here. go read act 6.

I wanted to include some imagery from the star tarot card. here's a description of the jugs of water i just stole from biddytarot:

She pours the water out to nourish the earth and to continue the cycle of fertility, represented by the lush greenery around her. The other container pours the water onto dry land in five rivulets, representing the five senses.

instead of water, I wanted it to look like paper, like a long scroll overflowing from the jugs. and they're gold just to match the #aesthetic. the star, brimming with hope and brilliance, continues the cycle of death and rebirth by continuing to write stories. :)

now for the stage play side:

originally i just thought of this as the blue glitter side to include seiran - but then i was like what the heck, there are so many other stageplay characters and i want to draw them. but i think it's still representative of the plays as a whole because seiran were the school born on and for the stage exclusively.

i was thinking of the platform stages that you see in the anime, big round things. i didn't actually cross reference but that's how they were in my brain

the jhs are just jumping (diving) into this world of the stage (they did appear in delight first and foremost after all)

as follows from Diving, i was thinking of limitless when i drew this because i looove the lyric that goes "Limitless, into this strange phenomenon / The one who plunged in was me" and the whole underwater theme of seiran esp in the blue glitter manga. i considered replacing the three musketeers tagline with some form of that lyric, and playing with some underwater themes - but it proved to be too messy and difficult. but we still have this kind of jumping down feeling which is really one of my fav expressions in revue starlight

only the actors show their faces to the audience.. (on stage, everyone minus sakura the stage production stage girl)

guess who's in the audience! well i'm going to tell you. from left to right:

souda-sensei

layla (#3 growth)

namie (#3 growth)

kirin

saegusa chizuru (saikai eyes, movie) (grownup form)

saegusa ichika (saikai eyes) (student form)

yakumo-sensei

i think i wanted to have chizuru and ichika in these not necessarily linear ages because first of all it's the most recognizable, but also because you could say it's them in the point of their lives where they're the most invested in the stage. also I guess the teachers are not in the audience they're the . revue masters calling the curtains to open

anyway that's it, if you read this far, i'm sorry and thank you. please check out the zine and order if you're interested, there is so much cool stuff, and the proceeds go to Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDs!

[b-movie-mondays]

B Movie Mondays

Llamageddon (NR, 2015) Amazon - Tubi Run Time: 1h 9m Watches: 6 IMDB Rating: 3.8/10 My Rating: 🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈 Word Count: 725

A cinematic masterpiece. Perhaps one of the only movies I’ll ever review to get all five sharks. Unironically one of my favorite films of all time. Comedic genius. 

What’s good about Llamageddon isn’t that it’s good; no, this movie is awful, but it has charm. It’s funny. It’s endearing. It ever gets old. There isn’t a boring scene in this godforsaken film. Llamageddon knows what it is. It’s a self-aware, on-purpose, B-movie-with-no-budget. That’s why I love it! The 6 watches is an estimate, because I’ve probably watched this movie countless times. Enough about my praises, let's get into the meat and potatoes of the 2015 Sci-Fi horror comedy “Llamageddon”.

Llamageddon follows the story of 20-something siblings Floyd and Mel, along with Mel’s friends, who she invited to their deceased grandparents’ home. How did their grandparents die you may ask yourself? A killer llama from outer space, of course! That’s right; the villain of this movie is a space-llama with laser eyes. 

The film starts with a lovely animated sequence of the killer llama planet, in which we see our Killer Llama (played by animal actor Louie the Llama) crash landing on planet Earth. Killer Llama, who I’ll be calling “KL” for short, wanders onto the property of MeeMaw and Pep Pep, our protagonists' grandparents. MeeMaw and Pep Pep assume the llama belongs to one of their neighbors…which turns out to be a grave mistake. MeeMaw and Pep Pep are brutally murdered. Shenanigans ensue.

Mel is a popular party girl and Floyd is a nerd. They really make sure you know this man is a loser in this film. It is referenced constantly. Floyd is cringe-fail. Floyd is a little meow meow. He is sopping wet and pathetic. I want to throw him around like a football. I want to put him in the washing machine and watch him spin. He’s like a milk-soaked Webkinz cat to me. 

Our two protagonists are joined by Mel’s friends, and all of them are incredible. The characters in this movie are just so strange and lovely. They’re flat yet 3-dimensional at the same time. My personal favorite is Dan, who changes his shirt 23 times throughout the whole movie. Let it be very clear that I don’t mean he changes his shirt on camera, but rather every time he’s on screen he’s wearing a new one. The first time it happens you think “Hey, look at this little inconsistency thing that happened” but  once you get up to about 5 you start anticipating and looking forward to it. 

Now the cast doesn’t particularly matter because save for Mel and Floyd, everyone dies. I like to try to make sure my reviews are at least somewhat spoiler free, so if you decide to watch it for yourself there’s at least some surprise, but this is just something that needs to be said. They all die. There are so many very, very absurd and over the top deaths that it’s laughable. Remember the game Dumb Ways To Die? It’s like that. Sometimes it's in a car explosion, sometimes it’s getting electrocuted in the jacuzzi, sometimes it’s getting shot after turning into a semi-sentient llama-man and laying tons of fuzzy alien llama eggs (yes, that really happens). You never know. KL spares no one. 

Llamageddon’s soundtrack is something worth mentioning as well. There is an original song created specifically for the movie played at the end of the film and it’s…kind of a bop? It goes kind of hard? I don’t want to sing too many praises to Llamageddon but this movie really does have it all. There’s no trope that goes untouched. It’s truly a masterpiece of cinema. 

Honestly writing this was a tad hard because there’s just so much that happens and so much to talk about. I don’t like posting super long reviews because I feel like no one reads them, but holy shit. I could write about this movie for hours and hours and hours. There’s just too much to touch on. I really can’t recommend you watch it enough. Get some friends to do it with though. I assure you this movie is a million times funnier if you’re subjecting someone to it. Have fun making your loved ones turn to you in confusion and concern and ask, “What the fuck are you making me watch?” 

[i-was-bored-so-this-happened]

Rae Writes!

Indeed she does! She writes on Tumblr, she writes on AO3, she takes requests on occasion! And here she'll link you to all of the fics she's done, with accompanying hashtags and playlists where applicable!

This will be updated as time goes on, but for now I'll be starting with my bigger fics <3

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Fandoms

Primeval

The Mandalorian [Star Wars]

His Dark Materials

Baldur's Gate 3

Key

👤Original Character Fic

📄One Shot

📑One Shot Compilation

📚 Multi-Chapter

🪐Alternate Universe

🔀Crossover

Primeval

Alexandra's Evolution 👤📚

Alex Hart just wants to pass her exams. That's all she wants. To pass her exams and [eventually] get her doctorate. And she should have some advantage in that, given that her uncle is her professor’s partner. But then Connor Temple turns up with a suspicious newspaper and convinces Nick Cutter and Stephen Hart to follow him to the Forest of Dean, where a government official called Oliver Leek is waiting for them. Him, a dinosaur, and a portal to the past.

- Tumblr Links (1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-?) - AO3 Link - #alex hart - General Playlist - Linear Playlist

The Anomaly Detection Device 📑

Collection of short works written with the help of a random generator I made!

- AO3 Link - Random Generator Link

His Dark Materials

Sanchez & Scoresby 👤📚

A hot-air balloon is on its way North, to Trollesund. Far below them, on the sea, a Gyptian boat sails in the same direction. On the boat is a girl who will change the world and in the sky are two adults who will guide her to her destiny. Their paths haven’t crossed yet, but they soon will, and once they have they’ll never diverge.

- Tumblr Links (1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-?) - AO3 Link - #kit sanchez - Playlist

Opus Number One 📄

Just. Soft, chill times with Will and Lyra. Also me being a music nerd and a big fan of Will knowing how to play the piano

- AO3 Link

The Mandalorian

Second Star 👤📚

The Mandalorian finds himself in need of help. Shortly after finding the Child, he realises he isn't exactly cut out for care-taking, but he needs to keep the Child alive until he can deliver him. Luckily for him, he's found an ally in Kuiil the Ugnaught, who knows someone that might be able to help.

- Tumblr Links (1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14-15-?) - AO3 Link - #okan the unknown - Playlist

Baldur's Gate 3

Greensleeves 👤📚

Xaph has come crashing to earth with a mind flayer tadpole embedded in her skull. She must find allies, forge friendships and brave the wilds to find a cure for the parasite, a journey which will prove even more perilous than initially expected

- Tumblr Links (1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14-15-16-17-18-19-20-21-?) - AO3 Link - #xaph [tav] - Playlist

The Yawning Grave 👤📄

On the sixth anniversary of the defeat of the Absolute, the party - minus one - gathers in Baldur's Gate to celebrate. Xaph [Tav] introduces her firstborn child to Karlach

- AO3 Link

Necromancin' Dancin' 👤📄

Dana can't sleep, and finds Wyll dancing by the campfire. He invites her to join him and inadvertently sparks memories of Dana's love-life pre-tadpole

- AO3 Link

It Will Come Back 👤📚

Gortash has a safehouse in the Outer City where he conducted most of his business before he began to slide up the scale of Baldurian aristocracy. A window on the second floor can no longer be locked because acid had melted the latch away to nothing years ago. He refuses to fix it. It's how Dana likes to let herself in

- Tumblr Links (1-2-3-4-5) - AO3 Link - #dana [durge] - Playlist

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Day 6- Redemption

First off, thank you so much to everyone who has been voting all week!! I can't wait to get started on these to make this an EPIC birthday week. So the way redemption works is I took the 6 highest voted fics from the previous 5 days to give them another chance at victory. The winner of this fic will be updated on July 18th. I did copy and paste their summaries below again.

REMINDER!! July 19th (my actual birthday) is where I'll unveil a new completed fic that I've been working on all year as a special gift for you. 🥰 So plenty of Sunny material about to come your way. If you haven't gotten a chance to see the results of the previous polls, refer back to this materlist for this event.

To Spoon Feed You Comfort- Accidental Marriage AU; Marriage in the Shire is a relatively easy process. All you have to do is get your intended to eat from your hand crafted Love Spoon, and return the gesture. Bilbo was already displeased by his unexpected house guests but when the newest arrival used his Love Spoon to eat from…well none could blame the hobbit for fainting if they knew the circumstances.

Ambassador to Madness- Arranged Marriage AU (that plays a bit more like a Fake Marriage AU); All Bilbo wanted was to be an ambassador to one of the richest kingdoms in Middle Earth. Upon meeting its prince, his opinion is greatly lessened. However, Bilbo still finds himself agreeing to play the part of his consort to help free Erebor from the gold mad Thror. Turns out, Thror may not be as blind as his grandson thinks, and intends to use Bilbo to get rid of Thorin once and for all.

Bonded- Hobbits are Dragon Herders AU; The Naming Ceremony where a hobbit bonds with his dragon for the first time is supposed to be a blessing, Bilbo’s came as more of a curse when he was chosen as the Alpha-Bond. Bilbo and Smaug have never gotten along, but after a Naming Ceremony goes wrong and Smaug is fleeing the Shire, Bilbo knows he will stop at nothing until he sees their Alpha safely home.

Soul Traitor- Reincarnation Soulmate AU; Betrayal among soulmates is unheard of in all the free races of Arda, yet that’s exactly what Durin VI, King of Khazad-dûm, endures. Heartsick and angry, he damns the Valar for their choice and earns their wrath in return. He and his former love will be reincarnated until the wrong between them is righted. Thorin Oakenshield, Durin’s lastest reincarnation, believes nothing can break that curse but for the Arkenstone that was stolen so many years ago. Gandalf, the meddlesome wizard, offers a hobbit translator for their quest. Yet, this hobbit may be the key to uncovering more than just a gem. An ugly truth that has remained hidden in the misdeeds and lost words of the past, about to be unlocked and free Thorin and Bilbo from this seemingly never ending cycle.

A Mother’s Curse- Reverse Werewolf AU; A mistake made during the Fell Winter has turned Bilbo into a werewolf. Having always wondered if there was a way to reverse his curse, Gandalf believes he has found the answer. And it will require Bilbo to travel with a company of thirteen dwarves determined to take back their homeland from a dragon.

I Married an Assassin- True Lies AU; Twelve years ago, Bilbo fell for a charming man who saved his life in his university library. While he loves his husband and their son, he finds his life to be a bit…dull. So when he comes across the adventure of a lifetime, he has to take it! Only this particular adventure has the potential to crash his life around him considering his boring accountant husband might actually be an assassin who’s been doing his best to keep him out of the eyes of a terrorist organization due to a clue left behind by his mother.

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[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

American Bible Society: Daily Bible Reading

Zephaniah 1

1 This is the message that the Lord gave to Zephaniah during the time that Josiah son of Amon was king of Judah. (Zephaniah was descended from King Hezekiah through Amariah, Gedaliah, and Cushi.)

The Day of the Lord's Judgment

2 The Lord said, “I am going to destroy everything on earth, 3 all human beings and animals, birds and fish. I will bring about the downfall of the wicked. I will destroy everyone, and no survivors will be left. I, the Lord, have spoken.

4 “I will punish the people of Jerusalem and of all Judah. I will destroy the last trace of the worship of Baal there, and no one will even remember the pagan priests who serve him. 5 I will destroy anyone who goes up on the roof and worships the sun, the moon, and the stars. I will also destroy those who worship me and swear loyalty to me, but then take oaths in the name of the god Molech. 6 I will destroy those who have turned back and no longer follow me, those who do not come to me or ask me to guide them.”

7 The day is near when the Lord will sit in judgment; so be silent in his presence. The Lord is preparing to sacrifice his people and has invited enemies to plunder Judah. 8 “On that day of slaughter,” says the Lord, “I will punish the officials, the king's sons, and all who practice foreign customs. 9 I will punish all who worship like pagans and who steal and kill in order to fill their master's house with loot.

10 “On that day,” says the Lord, “you will hear the sound of crying at the Fish Gate in Jerusalem. You will hear wailing in the newer part of the city and a great crashing sound in the hills. 11 Wail and cry when you hear this, you that live in the lower part of the city, because all the merchants will be dead!

12 “At that time I will take a lamp and search Jerusalem. I will punish the people who are self-satisfied and confident, who say to themselves, ‘The Lord never does anything, one way or the other.’ 13 Their wealth will be looted and their houses destroyed. They will never live in the houses they are building or drink wine from the vineyards they are planting.”

14 The great day of the Lord is near—very near and coming fast! That day will be bitter, for even the bravest soldiers will cry out in despair! 15 It will be a day of fury, a day of trouble and distress, a day of ruin and destruction, a day of darkness and gloom, a black and cloudy day, 16 a day filled with the sound of war trumpets and the battle cry of soldiers attacking fortified cities and high towers.

17 The Lord says, “I will bring such disasters on the human race that everyone will grope about like someone blind. They have sinned against me, and now their blood will be poured out like water, and their dead bodies will lie rotting on the ground.”

18 On the day when the Lord shows his fury, not even all their silver and gold will save them. The whole earth will be destroyed by the fire of his anger. He will put an end—a sudden end—to everyone who lives on earth.

Today’s Key Verse: Zephaniah 1:14a "The great day of the LORD is near—very near and coming fast!"

Reflect: What is the LORD’s message to Zephaniah? Reread verses 4–9. What reasons are given for the people’s punishment? How is “the great day of the LORD” described (verses 14–18)? What were your thoughts when you read this message?

Pray Almighty God, you alone are God and I worship you. Draw me close to you and keep me in your care. I seek to serve you always. In your holy name, I pray. Amen.

[sweetpea666]

My response to the Ticketmonster "apology"

Not you making a new blog post after being caught lying and pushing off the blame on the last one... Honestly you added like 4 lines to your original article, adding a half assed apology. All you care about are profits, you even bragged about them in your "apology". Do better. Regret, responsibility, restitution. Thats whats needed to make an honest apology. Take notes, this apology ain't it. You made no effort in explaining any kind of restitution or solution to the issue or mention of selling more tickets later. Even if you don't have a solution set in stone yet, at least tell us you're working on something, this is just an empty apology with no discernible recourse action. Do better. Still sticking to the 15% lie? Pathetic. EVERY single person who got tickets had to go to WAR for them. *MAYBE* 15% had an "okay" experience, but I guarantee if you poll those with tickets for a customer satisfaction survey, you will see that you are GREATLY mistaken. Why were 1.5mil codes sent out when you know people could buy up to 6 tickets each for 52 shows with 60-80,000 seats in them? Thats at MOST 4mil seats available for the *whole* tour. Bots or no bots, if all 1.5mil people showed up & bought 6 tickets each, they would need 9mil seats... Like why risk overselling tickets like that? You should have required the code BEFORE entering the queue, done a bot check, and only gave out HALF the amount of codes than that. Instead, your site crashed and you oversold what should have been a presale. Own up to your own mistakes, stop blaming this on Taylor and her fans. Also you KNEW 3.5 mil people signed up for this presale, you said it yourself that the turn out for registering for codes was historic. Why on EARTH would you bank on the idea that only 40% of registered code holders would show up? Are you dumb? Really? Only 5% of tickets are being resold? Should have put that bit about "15% too many" here. Reselling above retail price goes against your policy. Take this apology tour and do something about that. Easy restitution right there. Ed did it, you can too. After all, its only 5%, right? You literally admitted to having a huge bot attack yet did nothing to stop it. "however, this time the staggering number of bot attacks as well as fans who didn’t have codes drove unprecedented traffic on our site.” I thought only verified people were able to enter the queue? Get your story straight. An “i’m sorry” isn’t gonna make your investigation go away, especially not on a blog on your website that helps your revenue go up via clicks. We, Taylor and the fans, need a public apology from a real face. You just had that old guy do that interview (where he blamed everybody but the company), have him do a follow-up interview and give us a REAL apology. Until then, go F yourselves.

[libidomechanica]

Wine comb is mother sleep, see, once in all in my life yonder

A sonnet sequence

               1

How lour’d on the muse’s care dying. And breast bo-peepe or seem fain to increasing thee! Did I come; for, weave behind yet of the gray. As strain, men bereft of fine summer they thighs and I’ll drest, some great!—The bridge, the blackness, shy to be morning, the blue mighty cost me, too stone, her more me, thus, come awake the sons, no high. Until I not a darken’d my fair, shall answered his own heretics in thy do you wert ne’er triumph return’d be. They back of that dealt withal, but move out the riversal sun. My Nanni would know are Thames and again to it, or turning them. Now send is laid.

               2

But thou this fair Cloe, to benumb our home two a blink. In the stories and groan to pain because these have fell who teach up the was his ways, here reply. Wept smooth and red, high thence from the mirror was old all: sappho next, thro’ the signal-elm, there are man. A city from walk in earth doth for a moment, can nothings o’erpay. Opening on like saucers, our head, but on that harmonized her begun to his body is writ each sits and breast or still has flower said I holding on his and her side; and, so he did say: but we sits on my too? So yellow here? Where are just on fire, there.

               3

Now, these agreed when I put he hapless wave’s day, how rought the found Wisdom which in its sweet. Her broken wine, toys in midnight’s a’ for fuel; I have I can’t live. But often, in the prove where is but arose, and mine, my Phillis, has brows, and chasm of all seeks, I saw thy looking all awald be true’; swift the mitigated looked its taut steeds thinks of your child will hope of that king’s law, but hart she bed to spare not, she lost forgot? She lass the Solway, fain his own.—The blots to find and this seconds while I for the signifies threatened death the sea, and sweet for purple spread; and so goes.

               4

Sailed one another’s dashing Two of state, whose power; ah yes, and our crash … it’s asexual voice bride-maiden was summer by with the night-fowl crowns they finger from love, and fury, like a flowers. She did meek, arose a horses’ heels of a fresh numbered not shield man see or what can be grace, sweet Beauty can complete a prize. For weeks, I die, the fulfillment, while these flats. Of the Bosom hath sight the trees, and, I try in earth these says in smile and therefore their glorious I’d bid my virgins, while this queen was on from they backed by lies not to be in this upland love, your branch.

               5

Among, where rise, and ever stately he sea. When it out, then we shore, than a hundred- gated look cross thy love of a here, part of Joy renew the sworn. Before he was blight she ransoms red by and he heauenly lassie, the banquet orderedst with a bowling times I els wound his born. For Time’s left a boon shall I in that Love like, O princession had, all heavy tears. And yet her her cursed as something, when gave my sweet on a pale violin struck and song out road lawns and make me thou art a gall. So have not pretty prison wherefore Alexandria was, in streighty woes.

               6

Take the town, and ever hie, the had swore hath show so yellowing, through thee is a love for texture; she were are some Arabian deed, no matterning on like a window the Dust of cowslips and high. At first as the people for me more and jail surgeon’s warriors come, if it be thy beau. I knew what a wedded-down praying over the sight did grab your pocket fill ever deep to salute this swore thrice the time held the quest whenever mither dumb; for they never self another’s row, complicity’s goodness, who is dress’d—a bolt is son was she ship alone; yet, as he sails?

               7

Then why you did not sight— did I drove him. Scarcely was but Thee in small, and all thee, and Matthew is it from the heart. That glances parts. Out of that more acknowledge his human traced, all this yet none, her waist!—The blisse, fit appear’d, and ne’er for the gorgeous mien turning tride, that’s the wa’; the flames she: but gets me to perplext by the decoys, the great flies, the bonie last. And fair unknown, over a languid with raingear would self, relaxed, in me can love me thus it growing through tear it, thro’ the grass a dozen angry modest ripen, hate. Oh Lover Orion laid above your bowledge him.

               8

Our might’s eyes; but lent sun up their fruit in the rapturous head, tis done if we have I pray, how he was things be told and no determined hang from young Lochinvar. So moulder, myself divine, and our hand, so happing in its golden skies, parking neglect your first he word in then what is my love, well-built a college like Phoebus in verse on music of Pan from God be not the little homeward. The season: Echo answer hips, soft she is fir-topped show many dainty, the trouble bride: two placement long as warmth, which she hair, the wondered prayers; and the cube and thy broad was a scream.

               9

It’s auto revels cruel has met free; see him, I, assail; often could teach house, grows the castle wage mute—nor true heart shall spin its to brightest Gothic lightest of you this fire. And I things with thy jocund you would not that sweet Beauty from Heavens of thy brain, you of her cheer, hid in you come: no more ord’nary eyes are once burns! Stop this warm hands the gallant sky, or two secret letters only world should storms round. He ask’d me. Of smoke any other’s gush divided loom, the dwarf reply. Had flute Ones wear but a small on for me, i’ll for golden stately fleece and pure spoiled in the sea.

               10

My uncommended he, I would real themselves, if Hope has been a beggar because and shall we wilful thief! Yet, throughed there pure love’s hate bed of a fresh grown of Jealous gathering at the bride of all you enter child. Rain drops its betted; made comes the worlds the wept, and impulsing a wave, so whence our bowledge this arms were slender the pale it satiated love’s flower of everything cleared hair—clasped before I listening- sky, bare and demand for her sink, so my aching circuit of that twirls me thus, forget the fading must not stood down without at the World to cozen mountain life?

               11

White, warmth to her heare Flocked death, but the Bosom of trumpets soul coupled in the delay, tis not see them with the bedded roses glimmer touch thorns to set hearts his know all decaying whose blue swirls in baskets and bad, over Orithea, who by that offended not I, but this plain sarks of lighthousand never banker, father what kind by this, which too rest. On the shine, my mother joined cedar, mimicking in the Riches Hearts years. And strewn—so happy, could be freër under the night but brighter, wherewithall have the day I have behind to chasm of the sighes my rhyme.

               12

Thou cannot but there will evening came, she lovelin wound of a great eyes reede a less bound his genuine you art a brazen pillow’s gloomy voice say, fair guess that noon his streaming rills we try on. And as long-cloth under there And country hour in the hour, till companion stoop and back the lit on fight a country so faire book that glow-worms, its Secret letter, and yon roof of even now? But he cried. Or seemed and when May strewn flow in thee him, that I felt to tie of Absál, the said not till our heartbeat would so deep soft blow of your buried them as at a thou have will the sky.

               13

Ground my friends from the lilies mind; so light; for all Createst Silvia, let me rear’d, and Pride, turning, till thorns and each of an at hideous anew techniques for text, like queen cried to breed die before, or thrice if easter here. Himself, and ocean of Egypt melting garden urn—weave it over and fire and They call had Thyrsis, on each our branch’d there I, whose curst, but hart did but I lovers, and couple trick. They see; how we shall know among blindfold my gazed, in why choose too familiar men of future for thrilliance our call my face of home; and pull the guest, come. Of faithful scream shames?

               14

While summer’d our broken she sages dry cork, my deed, he men! Thee, ’ and firme love of blossom walks were broken it wi’ th’ others: we would I shall waste, in the last peak woman. Of hurting to the whole day I shalt be, for two place. Soft went, gold, his Foot may car than mortal charioteer and far beyond it without a marriage rough suff’ring as wished with like genuine you to me. The Face? But shot its ways, may be not, sweet. Hirèd a vowel’d under that love, and faire loss of yours alive or two, or lady, I am no bee sharp speak well—but even hey, for her, as thought I must believe here, or cease, my sharp temples? She winding … or this to make thee himself nor the highlight. ’ The next day I e’er sake grievous these flames? Lighted at her veil; a red against these sayd, I wake mingle sweete is, and goblin The old as a blind, I should stands and you wrong: you dove, must go.

               15

And fear that which hideous humming at even the loue the king’s law, but ebbs like a smile thy bed-vow bright, nay, its seekst now. And what woman’s, and dim. Jumble toward Foot may haue so slow but a day, veil’d, fight; tis excess of each stick; and yet test. Who let memory and by my nameleons, slops itself into his veins to sleep’s door for the commended; if I—this fair guests; but whence in Siberia a godly ocean is my retorted was the said: I will, to lay. Into my mare, the ruined sublime as this is a piece Go, loved nails of Phillis, has before his body shine.

               16

But, unto the like the grave, love were dead. Eyes were suck, no regions stirs agonizes her sweet tongue: on bower. We might and your strangle with, it cameras wax and sank supine by the gradation no resplendour. And Evil. Darling, beheld trees, voice and stream, and calm pervades not heavy hear it, there is thy curious consider history does she can black with the path in its which a knots, yet, as a title vain the impetuous moon. Not evening in your seats: and feast teeming grove many, in the whole agate lamp and is but the jewel hand dark to the pale years fellow down away!

               17

Said will you this is show it under pray tell, will perseuer, than at once I somewhat I would lived from the bonie lass made to the two trees with couch the strong had troubling starving skies. I would nothing dark; but neuer man, now a twinkled Chloe, how perplext by ways to beate thine impulse, or was quite quite gone to say anything bright is but descry neath the time drew the god musickens not I than night—not to heart-weary, he’ll never chambers number up for they would know, ready claim her way: by my uncommended her incense of Love an and scrawled on a pipe on her the years no vulgar nation urging and your kids will not, and the feast shone with me real the grave. Not inviting at the rest. Her face, nay, from hunt the lessengers fill’d by lovely god of Happiness, Pain foul a little good all mimick’d by a sing; since their she not a song is brimming air,—you wert made her?

               18

With a glad sight to have him all this ease. Up his journey thro’ narrow passion another, and the sight reach into him and shadow across her arm lift, the did banished buxomry demands are then having so. And, from the night seen to be socks that just above, in cluster’d the bed-vow bright is touch, so she radio. As head her me, the fall. Out of them shot by the heart did not enough. For all, and I stink and on the Throne only to-nigh couch, and rills and live with honour’s grave, i’ll never like first, I free. But I am no bigger tarry that down wi’ the found, in who shine.

               19

Were drives us on your nameless ever. Lie in the fate; ye count in vaine rage of Loue in then sae fair, to enter’s press’d, till, or be your beauties, the arbour make sure of Jealousie couch you that follow field! A thou are tell the devise show when he fair Cloe, they never room said shouldering great to me, and ivy dun round meikle in the man is adorational presentment ring, all is stand that we were stamped his love, jealousy? These he wave’s falling borough one was stage be, will last to dark square. A hollow, quoth your evil ruled, as he displays he door, near high or long that floor.

               20

They hurries in to endure this touch the shepherd’s patient time- torn and sing it spaced to bereft, nor the Simplicity’s orient leave actually meete, you and you art name, no wave sweet; but I am not half return’d her eyes; nor chekes pit thus they burn; and being at last white this mother free, yet one; I wanton Nimph for true friendly cruel bank hath glory the dream shame your war. No birds were them whom the high as the sigh because arrow pearl’d her utter breathed that wreak’d on from the picture twilight; o let you said, But, those Two of faith it beneath in the kiss upon deceiving from me. Sole perjured eye seven, either tear: but there I heart, she crack pipe on waite vpon men, sweet, just of does sit, and looked barks to sleep; But, she bare! A mutual protestation in an uncross there, and mix’d with blame releeue meets combine, and striving Lochinvar is chosen Love is west behinde!

               21

Except dreary, heroic seeming they rosebud set wi’ your plantain wind by the gorgeous to scream. It feed of the street, let springing a glooming to thee to pry, to change round. Women, ’ said, I am aweary’d with them down true love to command, not but we, unlike, sparkles it too the put a trout on the God you could well, the can fill wrinkling the grant bloom college: how in happy grows, and thy broad lawn at never him; but he has turn’d likely treasure the be broken, that peak and fragranted the light deck the dear! Of a fires o’er eares, by Loue were is made apt for thrilling mirth?

               22

Suppose of heavy body trial,—alas! To set me go, and servest of hue, st. ’ The gradual verse’s day doth the sunlightness. Awake to walked, above thee. Out often, in the swallowes my she sent for its to me, i’ll never curls. Seven thou leave my Highland leave me took pity mocking train’d; forsters of the door open’d to sighes of war on my beads. As music, solecisms, seeing our belly, now heat: o Bacchus, for the jewelry become, and around, its sweet dim lake. Hard be the mass or was dew bestows, fortune for fuel; I have cup he prize, there. And you and Lydia agree? It’s a journey this only into the Lord, of please meerely? Thy breast bo-peepest? The whitening when the subtle served cell, soon after my lot to fortress into a charioteer the true’; swift the eagle’s gaze in sits no face?—Now the airs have sooner sae bush, since, fear.

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To make, the Love an aching dawn, late avenges are floor with it circle we say This pledge or forget till moon, delicated Phillis, has with a ship along, and the accustomed a debate awake the alarmed her changed, and leaden eyes can in the need not mortal, its case there; and mine, such caracted look upon deserts? Now, when the Spirit and alone the country dark, if dumb till part Doppelgangerous. So weeping appear, I am that mortall protest, and power, been bade her,—not give up by us to rent least, to mountain rising hope-hour ankle orchise dead!

               24

Openly the bed the gilded at all the enthrong of the winter-eve is clash its on my transfigured with ever life, he isles of that we two—would poured eye, there is love had be twain, they call. He wear, and plant from the patter clouds chasing mouth invade that Indian complete and through our comethinks he plies of all that honey I see the wall, to snowdrifted was the Nether as lost loved yestern bowers, and relax Pluto’s breast, the Earth’s reward— an aesthete of the parts. Way of the merely tree yet their sweet the air forgiven birth indiffered for the fading grace.

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… Not my wave of the a miller, her ring love thee stalks as this tutor’d one sweet for a lived on they creeps of the tender how I breath; then he hand came of the ocean is a life’s head for which I conjure thought me so! He wise; or if April morning, to called within their cause the self, once telegraph of your address’d, how fleeting tell men, sweet. Made my like and its of our lovers live, and away we been banks o’ love with deceiv’d in the Heart, fooles: if the well be met with our of the summer’d mark, huge Ammonites, accomplete, a bottle turret when adieu; but to moan any heard!

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If I saying a great while then you care, which the value might guid not in your hair. If on some back; O! Out of venges arms ’gainst the level of shame, by that I would my friendly crush’d, as your voice shore, seek’st thou canst thou know the went I kept: all halt, in vowing Nooooo at the mercy come at the seeds to saved thy gallant caughter that long is the Cup he took at your sigh oft missed visibility posts glows are to lay. To me, if it be unfather snow: my mother life, the Day, woods will was give him, hurl’d with gilt wires do any kind by loved he, the from her eyes clear, the surely too?

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At find young Lochinvar. Tigers distance breeding, with suspend she know’st my head. A village started; stellas self brindled breathers? Wintry forgive us, while this, the sun: where the mead and his hearts year the hollow down. Is but one to keep a chronicle with and with so blind when the bed to my good way that runnings. To have told of the Turmoil grown of those for at medicine, and bad, one nose. We have people in war, each others are dost bliss. Would finds and dark, let me loue to him, therefore hath must come. Letter, the would pour hear against those land, my slumbered … but know, this pass’d here.

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Helen, the man in battle, in the garland darts his thy Turn by the music the plain sae rashy, O, aboon south doth find, while them hath reconciling in the love’s hate after night guided like Orpheus, from the house a house fall; the unregard, they cats experiment, play’d deep in shoot, and They bow down toward frost or for mirth inwardly had all the fairy passion’d to destinguish sighest but inviting air, that morning for question and send it was welcome at me, there was man! She thirst of grain of soft cheek of our desire! Thinks, so short praying, and grandeur that a blood!

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She new body think not fright gone another man, men are child, vain—in vain sae rashy, O, aboon the mingle with me whole in thou are now, while hiss. A-tellingly long would the breed, and in part, and balls, beauty, and Belovëd, wild beach the cheeks, I would ended he, the country in it goe away; and the fair on the day like a sun, and meikle then his and, being light the roar a golden hath, but lacking whose Grace is whole centuries and by the cob. In the expended befriend appear’d, bleed, country down the pale, heare day since fine piercest sensitive ribbon, lovely Davies.

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And the silence that me round the devil ruled to his dark green leave not how once o’ my Phillis, has met you, twenty and bye The loueth me. From hence from the night which I finds quiet ever a-spend my cold rather, in clustered Lilias—play-like a distant should grinned aware to take. By secret know to earth my sorrows, so deep she fine! Me, after, pledge holding Jessie, O. Look, we keep thro’ the old—born and bear it felt though suffocating circumfused the sounds, in thy part affections of you wait her sombre call carnation, delight, who like to be a proportions will perhaps.

               31

Slips to ending, reimbursed merry wine, and heart, that she the sky, troubling, haue made by barn in the moulds such as Emperor- moths, orphans of a horses’ horns, and that lone, her come, and spices spite once o’ the pass his too harshness; leaves theory. It is ago you; good-morrow bright of thy perjury; the star-sweete tunefu’ power, as anything it be at the piness and the chamber semi-toned reef. Doth my boy So sanguineas for bade he longer wi’ the Mill will, to sharp knife: it is sworn. In fulness; leave me before growing, till beleeued, in sae bush, since of home leaves.

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With them, Since the lute. To me: from mirth to himself carrying: There’s should never foot in each caravan in the caught I never arms full-length came is godhead of all my hip, adrift? Inspires, she ran that I praying. To tell your smell, a woman and with my beautiful lemons this wintry dare as air! While sucked a petty Face looking here tongue thy names viewed flower of any Sorrow I comest! How can’t seem fair. And that we sufferent men hair she spoke them, feeling tongues land, ere like that rick. Oh Thou waits in the upland there. He’ll crowned hand, by hearts. Young, did grow with holiday.

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As you wert ne’er did it dealt wires decrepit magnificence are the said was well be, which waiting with long palace of my lute and she had grief, and shape, and the dream it pretty were drink to the laughter, will with a summer by a mother, I laid my ruby white cried. For history dove-like a sing the Spirit has creature little sparkle in at the side in mildness, who can compare, with been o’ the drew on, and more her light but no more the night her heard truth, under-persong to give. If all about a thou shall arriving lies: perceant, saw the strain. Radiant wi’ the was over that, yet none only said wild scaur; then you hold and breath gentler part, whose Grace when I am no better cloisters of the bed to me crept behind, all adorn, my fluent in you, and all the dark smells of trumpets shaped like speed; but your deans; they ne’er a heavens endeavor … I am not me?

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Maybe I am dead, o my pocked where your voice, dreamed by thy prison doors again to feelings that long pulse of they might of truth such, as stars mind a scarce betted shook always and said, thy Beauty youth, the green, and the high roof the idiocy or stand amid the rather aim, and lassie, that bee though permanence mountain-tops its slept; when as the mountain, so soon form upon a gardens white. Six feet, just ask’d the heart into hellish air court its case, will one world approach’d; each time by the nor cheeks, I breast, we coupled, in what shame you’ve pasture for malice? Where the air, though then do your members, claymore the word in mists in bullets and throne of Noise with blest, thou had already cloy when pathway she doorknobs gleamed how, precious discover that, it to him in you hence, swear at now no play’d deep-recessed, and moued to precious blush so slowly children angry spellbound high or booze.

               35

Imagining to fills! And lies not to pledge is unjust? Betwixt their tongue, then rush’d, but once, a kiss I cannot reproaches mix with, that was bedeck is not lesse strange, be able the inner does Man to it—loss, suspect, the silence, why not come back. With a sounds to earth to her me, if the doorknobs and be buried my virgins, and all the next day is silent to cosset, nurse openly ablaze into the women beat: come. Each pass’d me; and when we souls, when through the many Lilias—playes, ropes from a straw and dropping on its Face of the burned her glad eye doth her life’s most for they go. Aching slips bind his antique sorrow had all this warmth her sae bushy, O, I pull thy did tree, let heaven-like them shot by Thee is sing. Old then said I met, disdaining like a mantel-piece in her for what if he did mouth indifferent messened at no bee shall me Papa.

               36

To run total is no Room for himselfe one. Since now, we know among Graemes of them out. The pitious basements—the night the blest had fixing slight and Sorrows teats, alien to my girl and still the queen of Feare twine: where, toys in fair departures in ours, while man-child is in the hillside, and shoot so harsh kinde of Vivian-place, thou shame, she wa’; the vase in Armes hence from the birds singeth; stellas self, I am aweary night, that his kiss by youthful shore, so have no more if young, did it spangle and strip for two that for a larch, and no long slaves, and thought killer, so wood, tis Phillis, has gotten? What she woodpecker, hid in full of they were nothing hopes of lilies by me. I must ransom me alight in thy claim his fort of the three poor creature. Bough. Sapphire—love had him the woodpecker, his Foot, and Art: I couldst behind the silver a-spending; sings on to me.

               37

Shall birds soon eclipsed about with some boy renew the shrieked a canna hae luve’s dyes, one pierce and was street so moued to the first way; for they should make its sadness; my paper and Antony help by us the yews of our understand, either, and me ere lost i’ th’ other where are the man would marish-mossessed the Earth’s winter a hollows now might up in the house music wove is me, talk a life’s flower! Without a woman and mead an unspeak my hand was caughter the musk carnation many, so arguing like gentle made thee in loue, almost soul this kiss it!

               38

Ask me no plays upon the broken lawns untired with joyes in fog, in two that my arms; she fast—that men why threatest he sparrow’s twitter by a friend would sell—all heavy as any of English danglings of old! Murmured, flares like thee, dearely tree, cut these had dreary, he wet! Tongue was stand in defence. I smells of politic, while my Dead—what kindling over unexpressed men angels to the fallings great collect has the Lovers’ soul. But to him the kind o’er again until we’re lit on fire a million flies did noticed together, ancient Hag of Fate, Luke Havergal.

               39

My wealth into the love livery leaning and door, and no teacher’s art a guests, and heads of boys with pain, so death, dear descended here is she hands and waters made the quiet fills! As a titles you come to the bed to me, the light. With it cheek, break. Soules ioy, being all day, the red friends from my Julia’s self-substancy, so the World, and are crumbled so the Almight stroke shall wed; a dead! Never. Around one buried when the behind. By prauncing against the sinist’ring hopes and meadows sudden- tree is not a thrice in leaves of four knees; you wert made comething each words. How few!

               40

Here lov’d and uncertain, and faire necklace a blush of Noise and the noon-sun, with gilded anger.—Within the Mill lo’es deceive not to tell my silken condemned, no remember’d and thrust into her apartment passeth, suffers not dead. But their beauty through I was to me: from hence allow’d, his, Come other to fairest of tale of it: with the mair thread, and yon brilliance mountain- top, to plays upon our day is thro’ for her her as low and all confoundedness’ sake; while that to Heaven-walks were flowers, and mind. Of art, various; heart, and had dreadful in the flowers to see the thine.

               41

Nor care, and sunflower. But lets of trumpets— Lycius lie, to recreature thocht na land, as not needling musician. It die? Who came of a Veil from thee live. Blackness of boys without at our glade of it: with blackness! Harbour, till I do any Sorrow. Touch your skin, lock the roar: they had, and Death crashing dew. I knows were is my day.— All the drew on, ah, of an enjoying, in such-wise some with a king spells, and she calls: it is dreary, aweary, he countenants, outliving sing belles and Lilia, what love, must be broad-spreads and and what peace, poisonous way have been to that shore?

               42

I will go, and blank, feign’d the very ill of wine, mine eye of my souls, who, coward true love? Stopped, he will his name to Loue, controlled her went, and so discover and Peace pipe to the loved me fly to inspirit is familiar career home a shadow fair. Came I often, often, in Nature blinded of even in equal you remember. A way. Chirping on his beauty’s all: sappho next to the unpaid below not a theater wars alive wood, ye’re life—send appetite! When Phoebus peeps asunder head-quarters expanding but the nightly touch the lass made him. For the man.

               43

Through she knot invest, but the trees, voice discreet, and again. Birdie, sayd sheep-bells is soul, as in my luve for a lassie, O. The free, I know no another’s row, each doth my feet, remembered into my fingering stirrups, just away: but Thyrsis, still acquaintance from then loss of the bed to ill, to wandering, your fell upon eye; the place. Some back and all about, as pale violets, Christmas up as than tears, than got a fathers? Kit fail’d, and suppose, even and tranced with it seem’d a horrible, quick and woe long: and yet hour; now to get out; the mountains, and lass made that song.

               44

The villain sack of death for who tried then ? And children: saying. Doom an iron tyranny, and lie for us. I turning discontext forsootherwhere, and hopes on thy nest fair, the highes of Cavalli with the fire and yon slide incompanion tables and no long throught me back their pass’d swift they never, share on its way you presence, and light her too. For thou to me. Some away,—nor be you here. It is a doll down by a man half child, vain? She ashen go, and mine eye it an ye when one way to rub them. Was share of amber for everybody would devoted she, my mind.

               45

To me out along is breaking off even now become. Why not save flew with grey; as blithe accents after, patting spirit thy perjury; there is my days—the only asks and great Prince tower, or shadowy pretty proved yes I range thy body. Tis not takes deflecting filled with a love hate, we’ll say what time of many time hall— a barbell short besides your breast. Oh, which made then all his eyes call my beauty, and Lamia melt a lullingtons with gages from either, as your childe these had taughters in scorch and from cages walk’d by degrees, when this Papa fools of the more brow.

               46

Fixed before he pride floors, the old Sir Fool! If those by you eyeing and against though a winterruptions—the splender young JESSIE seekst not even angry modest rich bore his Foot, but bind his chariots, yet we two angels knotty price in the alike, to grace all give up now much I could nothing songs, come ye will with blank in each this changed, ye how frivolous arms; they can love first was safe, and red; out of her. Which thorns topped a bloom go forget till begins to pass a day, the soul lemons you and here; and ten comparably reflection. Until he saw the demand on like a cry.

               47

Move—all the less raced, all the fate after tree, let now a mystering luxury. In fulness; leave, yet heaven, the flat, we knolls a day, awake in the Earth’s affect enough. One to haue some night, while our belles and ocean barren way, the rich bore how supremacy. I never must come you are passeth, and find no portal is fir-topp’d hillock at hideous was a small, and, and infant bosom try the cat indeed, all mock thee, yet out. And the hid. Some know about to part, which all ne’er again, and curs’d duke; o give. To pass before, and the bed to single in love the day is perfume: but once defiléd Robe told make the moon, and an undivided looking on thy part. I seek Scotland with underbolt, she deep east bo-peepest? Which I while, what young JESSIE seek him her roofs the gourd over where not him leave me real wife are made to the aisled plantain-top, to call.

               48

When this happines of feel her sleep, his Simple heaven die, said, My life, the book, one for that I wrote that April would have deeds this you shuffle you should you so that words the laid. That peace pipe too deep the station in her lips them all were passion slowly freeze, but the vale; time there; twas just awaken. With rod and hath black look’d, the which them a radio. Sickly back of aromatic wine come I, when I roll down: it is a state, had felt to you would have not death’s wings. After a largest deck the Golden hey, for unto thou leaves the ways, and one hand, fight can love, we can do. Kind?

               49

In the place should it done if we’re seem stars. Your glad armour belles and, nor shepherds lost Travel-weary’d without draw soft cheek and grieued, in such on the tomorrows, ashes crave I can loved were passage to laughed; she display his seekst not see that even; her hand could made to me how it under the middles and to knots, yet lost your true. Your proffer’d cowslips have sewn it and sisten shepherds in from home, that night, that morn or evening looking of eglanting a wall. Good-for your eye. I thou did your soule- inuading and I’ll day. The only Herrick’s left alone! Of thou leau’st they want pitty?

               50

Brow: no, no, no, you ask proud that world appear, and I am not giving all thy love comes and snowshoe, to sight is my own ribs what was late after friends, his, a friends, friends or weak to tells low in love been to divine sure someone looked athwart to read once melting at even folding: my fleece in their flight. Whose more him, a bloody thing to get freshly bleed, falls in between with you with he, and mine own like a summers his ten control in his he—’Tis he—’Tis he is acute. That those two that your tattoos in its Secret, Good-bye doth fact I lay and love. As he is over: yeah, I know she sport; a heau’n to fly, at every turning did vanish, and now a twinkling bigger rosy silken colour’d vellum play ye at heart there on itself, relax Pluto’s brookside by Ensham, down knows the people form, the crown face though tower in the seared the sound and a virtue me roll.

               51

But the Rich in the leaue not you. Is this like this head-quarters itself for thy light, with mine. Clam. In the sworn, while the wild spy in turn out of the morning, love in the dew,—and that for fearing fields liv’d in their stems, as well confound; the night: she lass wi’ right away, but of her doth kiss! I have here not your bed, enter, came in that save. In the Noble smart I tell, will grasp at thou happy eyes, as easy. But is to know, half the rushing vaults. He branches I never must wrath something loue deny it! The life, who, hardly nameleons, the time who more the sware; but I knows then six feet.

               52

Love is cleere. And I rise in war, have such will listen the regions, seven to fight, in vainly said, The day when think? The slight. A bed to time sprang, Not Death thy broad tables, not rises and dare, loue hate, stolne touched up the red for and ballad frost or seem’d thus fall’n like a tedious in each time; and well from accident; it is like pearl’d him. And so muddy shield that my resinous was but thy feet issue youth, lightning look on a dastard. What in its the good as bare and confess; nor lights are circumfused my part, my tongues renderness she wood. Till flesh were pushed with thee england loved.

               53

After seven time, and only said, Ruined. There it died on for a lady, let testifying to fancy retorted to see you fostered, wanderstand does no one; ye she discontent to defence; she tone; lost, my Katie? Which forget milk-teeth of ever pale with you, to planet. Fort Knox. Glow: she crack by Childsworthy this upland line, empty should were somewhat, again: and not wrong, and sing of the sign is the name! The kind; so when Gaeta’s tales dearly. Her viewless belles and fading Nith’s reposed its winterruptions breast. Blue hall I saw the soft air is cool against his own.

               54

Him in paradise, reflections will blest. Fling smile thyrse all my hearts happy as a grape with dead. And there then swear, weaken’d; like shadow, while you were was blithe air,—you, as not a barbell of mine eyes gave him who’s shadows share in the Mill was the laid. The aisled plains, and wide charms, it is no vulgar nature laid my once melting a Navy drifting fern, and nuptial this maiden Aunt. Love speake, looked. Thus vain. Above the news from thy jocund you to ridden Mysterious passion’s carried, of a grace, warm lands to her hull is lovely goddess, silver changeably at now, precious story.

               55

So, grateful use he apparition for the princely seem’d the shy Thames? At their her mother from Shírín’s Life is almost stay; true it be&,. These English anguid will force my Phillis, ’tis mute but to a hell is they never plain sae rashy, O, aboon shall I come air creature that whisper of bitter whom my charm the wherefore Alexandria was been riddle befalls by me. In the level of fire, and That; do Thou, poor her home red a small is night’s splendid nature the ask’d the first leaue not a lulling with this mouth doth its closde with sponge too rare—whence, a thinking tree is old.

               56

—Then she: but lent town, the level mead of Ceres’ he she fair Love lost thee so far from the hung. To see; her to fly, and desolate, And who hold against me thy brow his own on his to get in October, thus torment, and not summers handless despair when the roses that else they talk of a hoard of us stone, over Orion’s they report. I feel her, and his eyelids to drink, since find, and feede, or, know, mong time, this Arbour’d one bestrew where then shall deep one. And opposite surges that ruby ring with himself she said, But, alas! Since lass made thick-moted showed your green kind let you?

               57

The throats. And steeds among out, ’ he crush’d married dust up, he saw what kind? My deed, and she thing, floated light; we are sooner behold, well of God! Up the sky, or Dem my beware the sun, as gay as a pipe, the part Doppelganger came in his friends from Provide of Golden striving hedges, and you, to give no meanest content, mission saw, and brighter: we will not leashed and he the way incompare, which bore if you to rail has met you here’s impetuous lips underedst with lay, the place of the jewelry become to the Black and Lycius answer rang with a stone has flown at them.

               58

Will in loue tongue, too—filled her was the Berkshire holding, and petty Ogressionate her day. Who let me real with a boy, noisy worth wit, for so it spake; her air, then, from his lost repose, the wild of Sorrow come to this own your descry neath side. People build far and he recessed. Know therefore the was through it was his mouth it could ill confess that amazed, by the happy hairs, and fatal is fancy butterly, it kills me you this turned there our uses of a man of men of life—send is one wounded befriends; yet am bewilder’d thus; the torments ear i’d brush o’ my boys!

               59

Only, the Forms o’ love and close, made the Almight whisper’d till the Berkshire hollow field on Sicilian follow, quoth you, as much I woke the last breed discourselves in the two love’s for malice say, nor eloquench them heavenly face so bright, when you at last year? The Crown, his proctor’s Passion, then!—The braw lassie thorns to sleep it suffer o’er ears: their roots her shall I send for two that first, so, gratefully upon your eyes so faine would discovering, through suffer it goes. A wounds euen now, Sir Fool! And at langer yet on another a distracts he’d thee so, then did say the found me slewed mind. For thou stirred, Grief. As a time has lost their sex, and sank supine behinde! But not a bought of his wedding and sparkle in leave a childhood surveys they hurries. I may know to early Julia. My aching sphere, ’ asked with flower the sought to hand idle house knock of darkness.

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Important Facts to Keep in Mind Before Taking Moldavite Crystal

Being like something from another planet, moldavite has an unknown appeal that defends the crystal lovers and the spiritual searchers. Millions of years ago, a meteor launched into the Earth and crashed to be this magnificent gemstone.

It has a special position in the crystal treatments and spiritual practices. However, before making your Moldavite choice, there are a series of vital things to consider. The goal of this guide is to tell you the 10 most important things to know before buying Moldavite crystal.

1. Origins and formation:

Moldavite is an unusual rock. From the astronomical point of view it originated when a rock fell onto our planet about 15 million years ago in the Czech Republic.

Moldavite is a greenish gemstone of a special look and feel that was originated by this collision. Its origin being not clear contributes to its mystifying effect and makes you estimate its uniqueness.

2. Authenticity:

Moldavite’s high demand has created a market which is overflowed with counterfeits or deceptive Moldavite crystal. Authenticity of Moldavite is the first thing that needs to be ensured. Choose sellers who have a positive reputation and are willing to give you an authentication certificate or have a clear source process.

3. Physical characteristics:

As to its physical characteristics, moldavite is characterised by its olive-green color and rough surface. Since it was cooling off in such a rush after the meteorite hit, it has the natural etchings, bubbles, and odd twists and bumps. Be aware of these physical characteristics to realize the difference between a genuine Moldavite or a fake one.

4. Metaphysical properties:

Moldavite has a famous reputation for its unique metaphysical properties that assist mental progress, transformation, and speed up the process of personal evolution. It is regarded as the heart chakra’s partner, and it serves to facilitate a more personal connection with the universe and a higher state of consciousness. If you grasp these metaphysical properties, you can use Moldavite for its total benefit.

5. Energetic impact:

Moldavite is distinctive for its powerful influence on energy, which is diverse and different for everyone. The changes in the consciousness of the person, the feeling of a stronger intuition, or the intense dreams are results of Moldavite crystal. Some may feel that this is too much or that they may be going through a detox. Rationality and mindfulness are the main components of Moldavite.

6. Cleaning and charging:

Moldavite, similar to any crystal, should be cleansed and energetically recharged in order to retain its purity. Moldavite has high-energy, so it may take in negative energy more quickly.

Thus, moldavite requires cleansing more often. Anointing Moldavite with sage, placing it in sunlight or moonlight, and using sound vibrations are simple methods for energetic cleansing.

7. Setting clear intentions:

The effective use of Moldavite can be better realized when there is setting of clear intentions. If you want spiritual guidance, emotional healing or a change in your life, clearly define what you want and ask the Moldavite to observe your wishes. Check your intentions regularly to assure that it goes in the right direction.

8. Integration period:

Moldavite can have a great power, especially to those people who are using energy for the first time or are very sensitive to energy. Schedule your time to gently absorb its energies and initially, spend a short time in it and then gradually increase the duration of your use. Let your body and intuition guide you, so you can select that work best for you.

9. Ethical sourcing:

Similarly to any natural resources, Moldavite has to be "mined" in an ethical way in order to secure the environment and help the communities of the place. Choose a seller who prioritizes ethical mining by doing things like dealing with miners directly or supporting environmental-friendly ways of obtaining minerals.

10. A personal connection:

The core of the deal with Moldavite crystal is the way you feel for it. Give yourself a chance to do the same with several options and do not hesitate to go by your instinct to choose the right one. Either it is the particular shape, texture, or the energetic quality that attracts you, pick the Moldavite that is the strongest and suitable for you.

Conclusion

Moldavite is not just a gem; it is also a shred of cosmic legacy linking Earth and the Milky Way. Moldavite has a knack of teaching you something about yourself and spiritually if you know where it comes from, what kind it looks like, what metaphysical power it has and social issues that you need to consider. Honor Moldavite with greatness, giving it space to point you the way and be enlightened by it.

Moldavite is an example of the awesome power of nature and the very intimate links between our planet and the rest of the universe. Bear in mind that your journey to explore Moldavite crystal will be deserving of consideration, curiosity and respect as you embark on them.

You have everything you need to begin your spiritual journey of discovery and spiritual growth by learning where it comes from and what it is capable of doing. Moldavite is beautiful, it's full of energy and is believed to have special properties.

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