#Irene Glasse

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Signal boost time:

Sunday December 8, 2024, beginning 9:45am EST

"Fundraiser Tickets go on sale Nov 1st!

A full day of Online Workshops and more.

Proceeds go to 'BeLoved Asheville' for Hurricane Helene Relief of Western NC"

https://facebook.com/events/s/fulacht-na-mor-rioghna-cooking/1479556669421347/

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As we all know, Hurricane Helene caused an extreme amount of damage to Asheville, NC and the surrounding area, damage that the residents weren't expecting or prepared for.

The Fulacht Na Mór Ríoghna fundraiser event is being held on Sunday Dec 8 to help raise funds for this community, with a whole slew of notable speakers throughout the day, including both Live and Pre-recorded sessions.

If you are interested and able to donate, I highly encourage it! We are all one witch/pagan community here, no matter where we live. Support Asheville and help them get back on their feet.

Fundraiser Hosts:

NC local, Sam "Bo" Thompson, magical blacksmith at Ravens Keep Forge, and author of "Metal Never Lies: An Introduction to Metal Magic", is a priest of the Morrígan and puts a great deal of energy into both his magical and smith craft while also teaching in his community. The magical items he forges for use in people's spiritual paths are beautiful, and he's an all around great guy. (His wife's tea shop, The Grove Teas and Botanical Gifts is one of my favorites as well!) You can follow Sam on Instagram @ravenskeepforge.

The Tuatha Dé Morrigan is a group that honors the Morrigan, the Irish goddess of battle and sovereignty. They host a yearly retreat for witches, pagans and anyone who is interested in learning more about this Goddess regardless of background or path, known as the Morrigan's Call Retreat.

[hedgewitchgarden]

For many pagans, the desire for deeper connection and communion with the world around us is what drew us to paganism in the first place. We sense that the land we live on is more than an address. Our region has history, foods and flavors that are native or naturalized to this specific place, and a unique sacred rhythm of the passage of seasons.

Many pagans are also animistic. We see the land as more than an arrangement of cells: it is sentient and enspirited in a very real way. For most pagans, our spiritual practice is a combination of history, tradition and geographic location.

Our High Holidays follow the ebb and flow of the seasons. Right now, we are between two of our harvest holidays: Harvest Home (sometimes called Mabon) on the autumnal equinox and Samhain on Oct. 31. Both holidays celebrate harvests of different kinds and include customs that involve food. What we eat and the intention with which we do so can be a profound source of connection. When we gather our ingredients locally, we are intentionally connecting to the land we live on.

It’s been so heartening to see the local food movement gaining steam. Here in Frederick, several of our grocery stores carry local produce and this region is home to an abundance of Farmer’s Markets. Along with those resources, pick-your-own orchards and farms are in full swing and offer opportunities for wonderful outings. You can pick ingredients for an autumnal feast, wander through a corn maze, enjoy some apple cider and more all in one stop.

Right now, our region is lush with fall fruits and veggies: apples, persimmon, and pears, brassicas like broccoli, Brussels sprouts, and cauliflower, root veggies like fennel, kohlrabi, leeks, turnips and onions, winter squash like pumpkin, butternut, and acorn, and delicious greens like chard, collards, and spinach, and so much more. With such a varied bounty, planning a menu that incorporates local ingredients offers an abundance of choice.

Creating a feast that celebrates the season, land, and our place within it begins with choosing recipes. What foods do you think of as autumnal? Are there particular flavors or ingredients that stand out? Or, are there some fall fruits or vegetables you’re curious about but haven’t tried cooking yet? Recipes can be traditional, familial, or regional. Our region is the unceded, ancestral land of the Piscatway-Conoy tribe. One wonderful way to connect to the history of our land is to look up First Nations recipes and incorporate them into your celebration.

While you’re cooking, take time to imagine all the different people who helped grow and raise the ingredients you’re using and feel gratitude for their work. Visualize the full meal and the result you’d like it to have: everyone gathered around the table, laughing and talking. Stir, measure, chop, and baste intentions and gratitude into the food as you go. The act of preparing a dish, or a full meal, can be profoundly spiritual when approached from a place of intention and focus.

Another way pagans prepare for a feast is through how we decorate our homes and feasting tables for the holiday (or season) we’re celebrating. Consider gathering some natural, autumnal items from the environment around you: acorns, pine cones, autumn leaves, small winter squash and fall flowers can all be incorporated in general home decor as well as table decorations. The colors we tend to use are all autumnal: browns, golds, russets and deep oranges.

As you sit down to your feast, take a moment to feel gratitude for the food on the table and the company around you. Contemplate your place in the turning of the season and the way autumn is present in your life right now. If your dining companions are open to it, share some of your favorite aspects of this change of seasons or talk about a few things you’re grateful for. Adding a blessing can be a wonderful way to remind everyone that dining together on a feast day is both joyous and sacred. You can create your own blessing for your gathering, speak extemporaneously, or use a preexisting blessing.

The blessing my family uses (and you are welcome to adopt it):

Blessed the seed that grew from dark Earth

Blessed the fruits of the harvest

Blessed the hands that made us this food

And may blessings be upon us

May your autumn be blessed with delicious food, joyful company, and deep connection.

Irene Glasse is president of the Frederick Covenant of Unitarian Universalist Pagans, offering events, rituals, classes and workshops to a large, vibrant community, including Frederick’s Pagan Pride Day. She is a pagan religious professional and serves communities throughout the Mid-Atlantic region as a minister, teacher, musician and community organizer.

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listening to what could have been by sting and thinking about garroth. And I can’t help but wonder what it would look like if the narrative leaned more into the idea of Garroth as a villain. Because his Mystreet counterpart, especially his more recent changes/developments as a jollier, dumber, sillier comedic relief character, can be very misleading when it comes to the idea of thinking of MCD!Garroth as a…wholly good, pleasant person. Canon MCD Garroth isn’t 100% good, he’s morally gray. He’s not evil, he’s someone in the middle who fights for what’s good and what he thinks is good, but just because he fights on the side of good doesn’t necessarily mean he’s a great person. He’s not.

The contrast between him and Laurance is shocking, actually, he and Laurance both have very different opinions and very different approaches when it comes to handling other people, their relationships, and primarily…what they think they deserve. How they get what they want. MCD!Garroth can be very good, he can be a docile sweetheart at times, but he is very much a self-serving man when you take a closer look

When Laurance is stuck in the Nether, Aphmau is desperate to find any way to build a new portal and get him out and save him, and she’s very close to actually going and doing it herself. But Garroth stops her. Garroth is the one that holds her back, tells her to leave Laurance be. It’s likely a cause done out of concern for Aphmau’s own safety, there’s a great deal of risk that comes with bringing back a man who could very well be a Shadow Knight by this point. (though he doesn’t know that at this point, there’s only a mere chance of it!) But nonetheless, he still leaves him behind and refuses to turn back to save him. While he’s gone, he even bands all of the nearby guards and towns in the area to write a brand new law into their Guard Code that states that if a guard is made into a Shadow Knight, it is their sole and sovereign responsibility as a guard to kill themselves after their transformation. So not only has he refused to help Laurance, he has literally written a law, a law that very much binds the loyal and honorable Laurance, that would force Laurance to kill himself the second he comes back. He didn’t try to save him, he created a trap for Laurance to die the second he comes back.

Now of course, that didn’t end up happening and the narrative sorta forgot that ever happened, but I can’t help but notice the contrast when it’s Laurance in his place instead. Garroth severely betrayed Laurance and fucked him over and abandoned him in his/the village’s time of need (the Scaleswind war), and only saved face at the very end when he realized he’d been lied to, but despite all of that, Laurance would die and kill to get Garroth out of the Irene Dimension. Laurance cares for Garroth so fucking much, Garroth attacked him and backstabbed him and Laurance still cared enough to give him a pep talk, to desperately try to get him back, he never gave up on him no matter what. And when Garroth was trapped in another dimension, Laurance was DESPERATE to get him back as soon as possible, at all costs. He snuck out with Aphmau to try to open the portal again at great risk. He consistently talks about how much he misses Garroth. When Aphmau starts having dreams of Garroth—including one where Garroth actually kissed her behind his back, the very same crime that broke Garroth’s heart in the first place—the first thing out of his mouth is “How is Garroth? Is he okay? Is Garroth alright? I miss him. Man, if I could show up in dreams like you, do you think he’d be excited to see me? Do you think he’d be so excited to see me, he would kiss me too?”

What Garroth refused to do for Laurance, Laurance would do for Garroth in a heartbeat. Laurance would die and kill to do everything for Garroth that Garroth decidedly did not do for him. Garroth could kiss Aphmau behind his back all he wanted, and he would still ask Aphmau if Garroth was doing okay.

There’s this sort of tragic, unrequited love and one-sided devotion potential for Laurance x Garroth that I don’t think I’ve seen before. Not like this, anyway. Laurance loves him so, so much. Garroth…does not. Because Garroth’s heart is not centered around others—it’s centered around himself.

And I don’t say that like at all in a damning way! I don’t say that because I hate him and I prefer Laurmau or whatever, I’m talking purely casually to point out the various actions he’s done in canon to analyze a specific portrait of him, a specific take on Garroth’s character, that I don’t think I’ve seen before in the fandom yet. I compare him to Laurance and Aaron not to say “oh they’re obviously the better choice in the ship war,” but to demonstrate that he’s the only love interest of Aphmau’s whose written in a very unique way that is personalized to his character and his individual personality traits. Other love interests of Aphmau have faced the same or similar situations, and they each respond differently. This is how Garroth responds. (and it’s not healthy lmao)

When Garroth sees the illusion of Aphmau and Laurance kissing in the woods—he pointedly does nothing to try to abate the stubborn belief he forms from it. He had literally just seen Aphmau and Laurance three seconds prior, entering the barn. For a party, that he just witnessed the two attend. There’s no way they could have suddenly and immediately left the party and ran off into the woods without him seeing them. And even more so, he had JUST witnessed Aphmau speaking to Nicole about her love life, and outright telling her that she’s not ready for a relationship right now. She just said, five feet away from Garroth, that she wasn’t looking for romance right now. And furthermore, he only ran into the woods because he saw a strange, devious-looking, suspicious figure run in prior, something that should have made the idea of Laurance and Aphmau being there in the first place seem even more suspicious and impossible. Literally anyone in their right mind would have questioned what they saw at least a little bit, considering everything that had just directly contradicted its plausibility. Not to mention the fact that it’d be entirely contradictory to both Aphmau and Laurance’s characters that Garroth has known up to this point to go behind his back and do something like this. Aphmau would never do this, she would never kiss Laurance so soon, that’s…why she didn’t. If he knew Aphmau well, if he trusted her, he would know that, he would have faith in her and question what he saw. He could have gone back to the party and found both of them still there, and asked them about what he just saw, and they would have told him the truth immediately. He could have communicated with them. It would be extremely easy to communicate with them, they could have cleared this issue up in fifteen seconds or less—but that would require Garroth wanting to communicate. It would require him trusting them enough to reach out, to see them for who they are and trust what he sees. That would require him wanting the best possible outcome, the healthiest outcome that still salvages the friendship and allows him to keep Aphmau around as a friend. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t talk to them.

Instead, he decides to avoid them. He isolates himself, they both actually grow extremely worried about him and continuously check up on him, reaching out to him and trying to show him how much they care for him and love him, and he shuts them out every time. He gives them the silent treatment, he doesn’t tell them why he’s angry, he lies when Aphmau asks him what’s wrong, and he turns cold and terse with her, and later even back-handed and borderline mean when speaking to her right before the ultimate betrayal. He becomes extremely petty about the mere possibility of losing this competition over Aphmau and absolutely holds it against them (points even louder to the fact that, before his shadow knight self starts corrupting him ((I have currently only rewatched up to s2 ep19 so my opinion on this may change)), Laurance DID NOT DO THIS AT ALL when faced with the same exact scenario except this time it was REAL, and even Mystreet!Aaron refused to have any part in the “competition” at large and literally talked to Garroth about how stupid and harmful and dehumanizing it is to Aphmau in S3: Lover’s Lane, and that’s why Aphmau “chose” Aaron over Garroth, because he did not treat her like an object to be won, an object he deserved. The competition itself is literally canonically recognized by other characters as petty and selfish and causes more harm than it does good, it hurts Aphmau and it pushes her away from Garroth in Mystreet. Because she’s a person, not a prize, and Garroth is the one character, out of the 3 of them, who canonically struggles the most to remember how much it hurts her and struggles to not treat her like his territory anyway.

I’ve never seen a love triangle series outright state and recognize the inherent dehumanization and harm that comes with the competition over the girl, how it hurts the girl more than anything else, and yet, Mystreet has done it at least in one instance, and I’m really impressed with that. I’m impressed that there is canon backing to the idea that Aaron “won” the shipping war because he didn’t participate in it. He thought the idea was stupid, this thing that controls Garroth like a dog on a bone. Aaron doesn’t give a shit about any “competition,” because he cares more about Aphmau herself and her needs and desires than whether or not he’s gonna score her at the end of the night. Over and over again throughout Lover’s Lane, he refuses to be possessive or jealous over her, he doesn’t give a shit that she’s talking to other men, while Garroth (and laurance, once Garroth convinces him to be curious and worried enough, to be fair) loses his shit over it. Aaron has to continuously remind Garroth, and the rest of her friends, that Aphmau is a person with agency and she is allowed to talk to whoever she wants and he as her boyfriend should ABSOLUTELY NOT CONTROL THAT. He does not OWN her. And that’s why Aphmau gravitates towards him, over Garroth and his more possessive and territorial nature.

Laurance is still more guilty of this sin than Aaron is by participating in the competition itself, but in the Irene Dimension, Laurance still has to smack Garroth upside the head to literally remind him that she is a human being with agency of her own, she is allowed to do whatever the hell she wants with her love life and does not owe them anything, she is not an object that they deserve to earn. Laurance has to tell him that as Aphmau’s guard and friend, it is their duty to support her no matter what she chooses for her love life. That’s something Laurance recognizes that he doesn’t: Aphmau may never choose either of them, she may never choose anyone at all, and it is more important than anything else that they be okay with whatever she chooses because she is their friend, their liege, their Lord. Laurance is okay with whatever she chooses, as long as he can be by her side in some way or another, whether that’s as her lover, her dearest and closest friend, or nothing more than her guard, he reassures her over and over again that he’s okay with whatever. He doesn’t want to pressure her into anything, he doesn’t want to force her to be his. He may flirt with her still just to see her laugh or smile or tease him back or snark him, but he will always respect her boundaries and her wishes over anything else at the end of the day.

But Garroth doesn’t think that way. When his own village goes to war, the lives and safety of his own people that he’s responsible for as their Head Guard is put at immense risk against a seemingly impossible threat (O’khasis + Scaleswind) and he abandons them. Because he’s so incredibly petty about Aphmau ever kissing another man for whatever reason, no matter how impossible, that he cuts all communication with them, cold shoulders them hard, and literally leaves them behind to possibly die. He is not present in the battle. He abandons his duties as Aphmau’s guard completely and leaves her to very possibly die, pretty much as punishment for not letting him win. This shows to me that he is Aphmau’s most devoted guard until it stops benefiting him personally. And its not necessarily because “he just had a broken heart :(“ it’s how he, Garroth, individually responds to his own emotions and how he chooses to treat the people around him the moment he stops getting what he wants. He seems to be a very lawful character, to contrast Laurance being a more chaotic one, but I’d like to argue that he doesn’t follow anyone else’s law but his own. He follows what serves him, and if devoting himself to Aphmau is what serves him in the moment, then he’ll devote himself to that at the cost of anyone else. But if it serves himself to ditch Aphmau in her hour of need, then he will stubbornly and absolutely follow that at the cost of anyone else, including her and her life and wellbeing. Laurance and Aaron would have chosen to communicate and likely already have done in similar situations throughout the Aphverse canon. Garroth refused to, to the point of pointedly choosing to turn his back on Phoenix Drop and potentially let them die because of how damn stubborn he was. Now, he likely would regret it if the battle did end up going poorly and Garroth came back to find Aphmau and Laurance and all of Phoenix Drop killed and razed to the ground by Zane and Scaleswind, but thankfully Aphmau was able to pull everything together in his absence and he didn’t have to face the consequences of his actions too badly.

If Aphmau chose Garroth, Laurance would still spend the rest of his days by their side as their close friend. If Aphmau chose Laurance, Garroth would ditch her and leave her to die. apparently. that is uh. not great. maybe we go to therapy instead actually (and I can’t help but wonder why he would think that way! this is more headcanon land than anything else but perhaps garryboy picked up some nasty thought habits and beliefs from his time as a prince? Garte passing down the toxic family traits down onto him inevitably maybe)

But he ditches Zane when Zane stops serving him, as well. Zane has been terrorizing and harming the people he cared for most for ages now, and even still, he preferred to side with him, and I honestly think it’s because Zane’s narrative justified his decision to punish Aphmau by pushing her away. Zane allowed him to let go of his conscience, despite Zane being most certainly the sketchiest man alive that Garroth surely knows is a liar and a manipulator and a criminal out to hurt his loved ones by now. But Zane is still the only person alive that would give Garroth justification to be his worst self and enable his behavior, so that’s who he gravitates towards. Zane happily enables his brother’s worst self, and it can be argued that Garroth is happy to be enabled, and mostly certainly enables Zane’s worst in turn. The bad influence brothers! Sometimes they make each other so much worse <3

There can be an argument made that Garroth left his kingdom behind in a similar vein, because it didn’t serve him personally to marry someone he didn’t want. He was the only heir left to a kingdom that ended up falling without him, leaving his father to die under Tu’la’s invasion and allowing for his mother to be kidnapped. His people need him, he has a responsibility to them, a duty that he refused to tend to, because he didn’t want to. I think that might be at least similar to what Laurance was trying to get at, by calling him shitty for abandoning his duty as a Prince and wanting to return him to O’khasis?

When he’s in the dreams with Aphmau, he does kiss her without consent. It’s 1000% fair to be argued that he only does that because he isn’t sure if it’s a dream!! He doesn’t really know if that’s Aphmau herself or just a figment of his imagination and he regrets not having done it sooner, so im absolutely not pointing that out as like a black and white He Did An Indisputably Bad Thing And He Should Be Cancelled For It thing, there’s nuance. I point it out because if you want a Good Boy Garroth take, it can be argued that it’s a romantic thing he does because he misses her and he’s distraught that he didn’t get the chance to do this in life and he very well might never get to see her again so he should confess his feelings to her now before he loses her again, and also it’s a fucking psuedodream. But if you want a Bad Man Garroth take, there’s. Definitely!! Something to be said about how like!! How he doesn’t ask, he doesn’t specify or give any sort of clarification beforehand. How he doesn’t care for a single second whether or not she would actually want this and he should respect that upon the chance that this very likely could be the Real Aphmau right now using weirdo Irene magic to appear in his head. He doesn’t hesitate or check with her or even confess his feelings beforehand, he doesn’t just. fucking tell her how he feels like a normal human being, he just grabs her face and forces a kiss, because that’s what he wants. Again, because that’s what serves him in the moment. And that’s…his priority above all else, including and especially Aphmau’s own boundaries

Also I can’t help but laugh in his face when he talks to Aphmau about how he’s upset that Laurance got all this time to bond with Aphmau and grow close to her as a friend when he didn’t. My guy he got the opportunity to do that because you left and forced Aphmau and Laurance to only depend on each other in a dire time of need, because you were being too petty of a bitch to try to talk to them lmao. Like my guy you not getting closer to Aphmau is 1000% your own fault, you have NO room to complain lmao

maybe Aphmau should be allowed to be at least a liiiiittle angry with Garroth for costing her 15 years of her childrens’ childhoods and all of her friends and relationships and loved ones (and an eternity with Zoey) all because he was the pettiest fucking bitch known to man. she should be allowed to be at least a teensy bit angry with him for it. Laurance also lost another dad in the timeskip I feel like that’d be more than enough reason to have beef with Garroth’s arrogant prick ass lmao

Garroth’s sole drive is himself, at times very much at the cost of those around him. His moral code is very relative, and yet to him it seems like the hardest line in the world. He’s not a bad person, but he’s not terrific either. I would love to see a take on Garroth as a more fully fledged villain though, following his worst behaviors in canon. A Garroth that highlights his more arrogant and selfish tendencies, that puts them on display and makes him look more like his father by the day. A Garroth that’s cold, who will drop you like a hat and leave you to rot when you don’t give him what he wants, a Garroth whose a territorial and possessive and controlling partner who hates the idea of you so much as speaking to any other men. Who will punish you and refuse to speak to you and abandon you if you do. A Garroth who’s very much capable of being back-handed and passive aggressive and really fucking mean. A Garroth whose morality on occasion seems to be admirably upright and pure, only for him to side with the most evil and corrupt of men because that’s what benefits him more in the moment. A Garroth who’s a hypocrite and fucking lying to himself. A Garroth that takes what he wants without any regard for your own personal desires. All his worst personality traits bumped up to a nine, so they outweigh all of the other good traits that would normally balance them out. A Garroth who believes honor is relative, whose morals are relative, whose loyalties will change at the turn of a dime, depending on which side will give him what he wants more. Because he believes he deserves what he wants, he’s earned what he wants, and if you deny him that, you are deserving of whatever punishment comes your way. You are the one in the wrong, for taking away his rightfully deserved prizes, and he will never apologize for lashing out because of it. He is childish and emotionally immature, he doesn’t communicate, he doesn’t trust, he doesn’t open up, he stays in his castle of solitude, because he’s chased away all the people he could fill his halls with, for petty reasons and slightest faults. And at the end of the day, he’ll look himself in the mirror, and it’ll never occur to him, not once, that it was his fault for making them leave. It was his fault that he never got the happy future he wanted.

[throneofsapphics]

omg i love this! could i get a yerbaa mate with maple and pumpkin spice + cold foam and cinnamon please? ty!!

summary: dark, fated, rowaelin, with spice

warnings: more implied sexual content than super descriptive, dark!rowaelin

a/n: thank you!! I'm having so much fun with these, I hope you enjoy!

coffee bar celebration

The gods hated you. It was the only reasonable explanation. Fate. A stupid idea, you preferred the term 'cursed' in this situation, considering you were bound to two psychotic individuals for the rest of your eternal, miserable life.

Maybe you were being a tad pessimistic.

Despite all of the evidence pointing to the contrary, you hoped they couldn't really be that bad.

Hands bracing the balcony railing, you glanced out at Orynth from your gilded prison. Courtiers, guards, and two mates who desired nothing more than to keep you here for their amusement, under guise of your protection.

But you had a plan, a way out that had to work. The alternative was too much to bear.

“You can't hide a thing from us, you know that,” a female voice, amused, said from behind you. “Each traitorous emotion, you shove right down our bond.”

“You don't know they're traitorous,” the words gave you away, but you didn't care. That last light, the last tendril of hope winked out. Spinning around fast enough a mortal would be dizzy, you faced the female who haunted your dreams and nightmares. “What do you want?”

“That's no way to greet your mate,” she cooed, stalking forward. Eyes tracking behind her, you spotted Rowan in the open doorway, gazing right ahead to you. Swallowing, you refocusing on the somehow-more-intimidating figure in front of you.

“I have nothing to say to you,” oh but there was so much you wanted to.

“Liar,” Rowan's voice echoed. He was right, but you wouldn't tell him that, not as he was stalking towards you, stopping just at Aelin's shoulder, a veritable wall in front of you. Blocking you from the world, the only escape a deep plummet behind.

He pointed to his chest, where he knew you felt the tight golden string winding them together too.

”You belong to us now, you'll belong to us forever and always,” he snarled the last word. Words that could've been romantic, book-worthy, turned into a threat.

“Maybe we need to show you more,” Aelin mused, reaching out for your hand. You didn't reach for her, but she wrapped her fingers around yours anyway, tugging you inside.

This part, you didn't have to fake. You enjoyed it, every second of it despite how wrong you knew it was for you.

So you let Aelin lead you to the bed, let her strip your clothes off as you shed yours. Let your teeth and tongue meet in a battle of wills, turning over your shoulder to engage Rowan, the bed turned into a battlefield.

[the-uncanny-dag]

Dolorian yuri headcanon: they were exactly like KimHarry, but in the setting of Enlightenment-esque absolute monarchy. Meaning Queen Irene was a little freak in disguise of a robotically efficient boring normie & Dolores was a political genius standing behind the weirdest fucking woman the court of Suresne has ever seen

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Sherlock Holmes ornaments by De Carlini Ltd Ed

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Sandra Castle

Parent's Story: The Glass Mountain

Powerful Qualities: Loving, romantic, trustworthy

Roommate: Rosalie Peyton

Secret Heart’s Desire: I would love to live somewhere closer to the ground. I love my castle, but living on a mountain made of glass is pretty terrifying sometimes you know?

My “Magic” Touch: Because I grew up on a mountain made of glass, my steps are very dainty and quiet. Trust me, the last thing you want is a whole mountain to have one tiny crack in it.

Storybook Romance Status: I know as much as the next princess that every girl in EAH has a crush on Daring Charming, but Ben Bernhardt is pretty cute right?

“Oh Curses!” Moment: My steps are so quiet, I sometimes scare people by accident.

Favorite Subject: Castle Design

Least Favorite Subject: Experimental Fairy Math

Best Friends Forever After: Alanna Dale, Irene of Augen, and Sweetie Plumfairy.

Pet: Ola the Eagle

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Probably my favorite Irene look  

[artbytesslyn]

Loveeee what they’ve been doing with the Darkholme-Adlers don’t get me wrong. but good lord they need to decide what Irene actually looks like

[aria0fgold]

Honestly, putting my name as Josephandre in a discord server with my glasses Cain Knightley pfp is so dopamine inducing. I love having Josephandre as a name.

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[knifeofglass]

boring. removing your posts? so not good for a film theorist.

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oh well thats sad for you

[throneofsapphics]

Congrats on 2K followers!🥳 chai maple cinnamon x reader please

summary: rowan, forced proximity, with spice

warnings: light smut-ish, modern!au

a/n: thank you so much!!!

coffee bar celebration

You hated your coworker … sometimes. But right now, with your back pressed against the cool metal, his body towering over yours, it was a little difficult to hate him. The ride to the top floor was long, just enough that his hand slipped up your skirts, the camera off in the corner. You groaned as long fingers slid between your folds, one slipping deep inside and curling, hitting the spot you fucking loved. He knew your body, you could say that.

He gripped your chin tightly, forcing your chin up. Your eyes met, stormy emerald drawing you in.

What you didn't hate, was how your body reacted to him. He knew that too well, and frequently used it against you.

The elevator jolted, his hand gripped your arm tightly, keeping you steady, jolted again, and stopped.

“Oh you're kidding me,” you cursed and stepped around him, shaking off his grip. Pressing every button, jamming your finger into them desperately, nothing moved. You were going to be late to your meeting, then your boss would absolutely find a way to pin it on you, especially because Whitethorn, his favorite, would be late too.

“Stop,” his rough tone made you pause, finger poised just above another button.

Cautiously, he gripped your shoulders and moved you to the side, instead pressing the call help button.

He spoke to the voice on the other side for a few minutes, going back and forth and explaining details.

“The fire department is coming,” he finally relayed to you, as if he'd known you zoned out, “we might want to get comfortable.”

As if you could actually be comfortable around him. If anyone could. Even your past trysts had been fraught with tension, never a dull or relaxing moment, except those sweet few minutes after he'd let you rest your head on his chest before it was time to leave.

Ten minutes must've passed before either of you spoke from your respective corners, and surprisingly it was him who broke the silence.

“Do you have any idea what that does to me?”

He gestured to your…chest. You looked down, your crossed arms had pushed your breasts up, you'd unknowingly undone a few of the buttons, or maybe they'd always been that way.

“Sounds like a personal problem,” you shrugged. Content to ignore him.

Whitethorn was not content with that. With something eerily like a growl, he stalked across the small space, each step seeming to last forever, and planted his hands above your head. Hand gripping your chin again, he tilted your head to the side, exposing the arch of your neck. His other hand trailed down your skin, stopping just above the curve of your breasts.

“Ridiculous,” he snarled, and left a kiss where your neck and shoulder met, before retreating a few steps, shaking his head.

“What's ridiculous?” You shot back at him,

“How fucking irresistible you are. How I can't get enough of you. How HR is going to write me up for this.”

He jerked his chin to the camera in the corner, now blinking red.

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Ez’s Hunger Games aesthetics, part 17: Victors of the 30s (part 2 of 2)

Seeder Chapman of District 11, Victor of the 31st Games

Dylan Kahale of District 4, Victor of the 32nd Games

Beetee Latier of District 3, Victor of the 33rd Games